Lu Xueqi (75)

That black giant palm, vast enough to blot out the sky, slowly pressed down.

Every wisp of escaping Demonic Energy weighed as heavily as a thousand jun.

The air let out a mournful cry under the unbearable strain.

The ground began to crack and sink.

The Black Witch Clan's protective barrier lasted less than a breath before shattering with a crash.

Every cultivator, friend and foe alike, felt their Divine Souls tremble and their spiritual energy stagnate.

That was a terrifying pressure far beyond the Nascent Soul stage.

The power at the pinnacle of this realm—the Deity Transformation stage!

The Holy Cult Leader had actually taken action in person!

The greed on Ghost Eye Demon Lord's face had long since been replaced by fear.

He frantically retreated, terrified of being caught in the aftermath.

True Lord Chiyang and Protector Bai were even more ashen-faced. Before such an existence, Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators were no different from ants.

Wang Shuren's beard and hair flared as he roared and poured the cultivation of his entire life into the ancient scroll in his hand.

The scroll erupted with an unprecedented expanse of righteous blue light, transforming into a resilient curtain of light above everyone.

Yet beneath the black giant palm, the light curtain was like paper. It swiftly dimmed and collapsed.

"Overestimating yourself."

A cold, indifferent snort came from the clouds, as though it had risen from the deepest netherworld.

The giant palm descended a little faster.

Su Han felt the bones throughout his body creak, his blood nearly freezing solid.

Yet the three fragments merging above his head erupted with even more intense Chaos light.

The fragments buzzed and trembled, transmitting an ancient, unyielding will.

As if they were answering the Heavenly Demon Palm's provocation.

"Reincarnation... rebirth..."

A sudden realization