Bai Ming lowered his head and stared at the damaged ice-blue feather fan in his hand, falling silent.
A pitch-black hole about the size of a bowl gaped in the fan, impossible to miss.
The Cold Phoenix Spirit Fan was a powerful Quasi-Sacred Object, after all.
The elders of the Ice Phoenix Clan had learned he was heading to the Origin of Divine Beasts and specially bestowed it upon him, hoping he could use its power to subdue the prodigies of the various super divine beast clans.
Yet such a powerful Sacred Artifact had been destroyed on the spot.
That dark beam of light, which had torn through the sky and annihilated everything in its path—had it been a divine ability, or had it come from another Sacred Artifact? Bai Ming was plunged into deep confusion.
"Lie down."
At the same time, a tall figure appeared like a ghost.
Mu Chen's eyes turned into two black holes. In an instant, he entered the Great Heart Demon State, like a transcendent demon who had cast off all worldly feelings, his control over the power around him reaching perfection.
He took a step forward and threw a punch infused with the grand will of the Martial Dao.
In the eyes of all living beings, a surging tide of slaughter rolled, with endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood rising and falling within it.
The punch's momentum was unstoppable and brutally fierce, imbued with the conviction that none could stand against him.
In the long river of time, billions of gods and demons seemed to roar, shaking the heavens.
A blood-red figure as vast as a mountain descended from the sky, breaking through layer upon layer of dark clouds, tearing apart ten thousand miles of clear sky, and suppressing endless mountains and