One palm strike left ten thousand miles of barren earth!
Chen An had used only about half his strength in that strike, yet he had forcibly sunk the ground within a thousand-mile radius by dozens of meters, and its effects had swept across a hundred thousand miles.
Apart from Demon-Suppressing Pass and the soldiers within it, which he had deliberately protected, everything had been reduced to dust.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but deathly silence and desolation-truly ten thousand miles of barren earth!
This was the might of a Saint!
Although Chen An could not actually be called a Saint yet. Having forged nine tiers of his Immortal Platform, he could at most be considered a Half-Saint.
But even a Half-Saint bore the word "Saint" in his title, placing a gulf as vast as heaven and earth between him and those in the Martial Emperor Realm.
Like a chrysalis becoming a butterfly or a fish becoming a dragon, the two were no longer the same order of life.
Chen An stood suspended in the void, his cold eyes surveying the scorched, desolate land below. His entire being seemed to have merged with the Great Dao of heaven and earth, radiating wisps of saintly might that seemed to warp the surrounding void.
His eyes suddenly narrowed. Lightning flickered deep within his pupils, as though his gaze could pierce the void and sweep through the earth.
It penetrated thick layers of scorched soil and rock, clearly discerning several powerful auras hidden deep underground. Dense, sinister devilish energy surged and struggled around them. These were the surviving Devil Emperors who had burrowed underground after the lightning shock wave struck, barely escaping with their lives.
"You thought you could cling to life underground and escape alive?"
"So none of