High above the clouds, millions of li away, Gao Xian watched helplessly as an enormous dragon claw destroyed the entire Divine Firmament Sword Sect.
That single claw strike truly shocked him.
The Divine Firmament Sword Sect possessed a vast Protective Dharma Array of an extremely high grade.
From Gao Xian's perspective, although the array was somewhat simplistic, its foundation was profound. It linked three hundred and sixty peaks, while the array itself extended hundreds of thousands of li deep underground, partitioning the world occupied by the Divine Firmament Sword Sect into an almost independent grotto-heaven.
Under normal circumstances, anyone wishing to invade the Divine Firmament Sword Sect would first have to break the array.
Yet that enormous dragon claw, which had suddenly reached into the Divine Firmament Sword Sect, had effortlessly pierced layer upon layer of arrays. The claw attack looked simple and brutal, but it displayed immense control over space—and unmatched divine might.
Everything within the claw's reach was reduced to dust.
The hundreds of millions of cultivators of the Divine Firmament Sword Sect were all slain by that single strike.
Gao Xian had experienced hundreds upon thousands of battles in his life, yet this was the first time he had seen such an overbearing divine ability. It truly carried a measure of heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating power.
If Jin Yuanyang had not taken him through the void to flee far away, he would already be dead by now.
The thought sent a chill through Gao Xian's heart. The battles of the Middle Antiquity Era were utterly unlike any battle he had experienced. Facing that colossal dragon claw, he truly felt as small as an ant.
The gap between their levels of power was simply too great.
No matter how wondrously exquisite one's sword intent or sword techniques might be, they