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When worlds collided, immense power was generated between them.

Although the barrier of the Main God World had been opened by the Martial Wind Grand Array, how could one opening possibly be enough?

Something so huge and so hot, crammed into such a tiny hole, would naturally force it wider.

The Burning World thrust forcefully inside. With its previous momentum still carrying it forward, power continued to flow through it, driving against the foundation of the breach in the barrier.

The entire Martial Wind Grand Array was pushed in an instant.

The mythic martial artists locked in fierce battle suddenly felt as though several great mountains had been pressed upon them. At once, they were unable to move.

Their bodies seemed to have become transfer stations, bearing the vast force transmitted by the collision of worlds.

The Federation members were equally bewildered. Why had the Three Teachings, who held the advantage, suddenly stopped moving?

Before the Federation could move in and finish off those Three Teachings experts, they felt the changes in heaven and earth pass through their bodies, and the same pressure descended upon them.

Within the Apostle Council, the council elders shook their heads regretfully, as though mourning the passing of old friends.

To supposedly defect to the Burning Coalition and lure them into a trap, a price naturally had to be paid in order to win the Burning Coalition's trust.

Thus, the Apostle Council had sold all the information on those sent to launch a surprise attack on the Heavenly Source Secret Realm.

Within the Burning World, the New God, the First Dragon, Fang Ze, and the Disaster of Progress—which was formed from pitch-black calamitous aura—used the information handed over by the Apostle Council to easily locate the Federation members and drag them in as transfer stations