Endless waves surged up, and in an instant, Primordial Spacetime was swept by towering waves and raging seas.
Within that terrifying storm, even though Wuluo possessed the body of a Heavenly Lord, he still felt as though he were steering a small boat upon an angry sea. The monstrous waves came one after another, and he could be utterly capsized at any moment.
This feeling of being beyond his own control was undoubtedly something he rarely experienced. By nature, he was prudent and steady; it could be said that he had never once placed himself in such perilous circumstances.
Yet the torrent formed of corpses did not split open chaos. Instead, it crashed against some indestructibly solid object. At the moment of impact, the chaos still shifted and writhed, suffering not the slightest loss, while no one knew how many corpses were crushed to dust in that single collision.
Without question, the mighty power deep within the chaos was also beyond all standards. It was absolutely not a level of strength that Ancient Cosmos should possess.
However, Wuluo did not relax. For one thing, the power in the depths of chaos might not be friendly toward him. For another, the collapsing torrent of corpses before him was merely the vanguard's common soldiers.
In that flash of lightning, the enormous figure deep within the sea of blood also crossed the vast distance and descended here.
The first thing to arrive was a giant of white bones—or rather, one skeletal claw of the giant.
As that claw reached out, it was practically larger than all of Ancient Cosmos. That mass of chaos was no more than a tiny marble to the skeletal claw.
And every thread and wisp of blood energy coiling around that bone claw seemed to contain the power to