The golden light faded.
Dust and smoke filled the air.
When all the dust settled,
the scene wrought by that World-Ending Palm Strike was finally laid out in its entirety before everyone.
A gigantic palm print, a thousand meters deep and spanning a hundred miles in every direction, had been branded into the earth.
Within the palm print, everything had been razed flat, reduced to the most primordial dust.
Outside the palm print, however, vegetation flourished, entirely untouched.
The control over that power had been precise to the extreme!
Liu Mingxuan and Chen Yu lay sprawled at the edge of the palm print.
They could clearly feel that if they moved even a single centimeter forward, they would be instantly vaporized just like those mountains and rivers and the earth itself, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.
Death had just stood on the tips of their noses and danced a waltz.
The two looked at each other and saw the crotches of the other's pants soaked through with fear and the stench of urine.
Then their eyes rolled back, and they simply fainted from fright.
The shock had been too great.
Their pitiful mental fortitude simply could not bear it.
High in the sky.
Lin Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, but his brows were slightly furrowed.
He looked toward the center of that enormous palm print below.
There, space was still twisting abnormally.
An exceedingly faint yet incomparably tenacious sinister aura seeped out from the distorted Space Rift.
"Hmph, it did have some skill."
A trace of surprise flashed across Lin Zhan's face.
"It actually used a secret technique to forcibly tear open a spatial fissure and shed its shell like a cicada."
"But even if it escaped for the moment,"
he slowly withdrew his