The smile had long vanished from the young girl's face on Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit shoulder.
As she watched the silver radiance symbolizing the supreme will beyond the heavens disperse the gray mist from above and below, worry rose in her heart again.
Too much hinged on this contest. She had poured every bit of planning she possessed into it, so she naturally could not take it lightly.
"Brother."
Without looking at Pang Jian's profile, she fixed her cold gaze on the battlefield of light and darkness high in the void and said softly, "That Ice-Spike Storm is not as simple as you imagine. I sensed the auras of many Dao Sources within it."
"Over countless millennia, that one beyond the heavens has swallowed and assimilated numerous Dao Sources. Each time a Dao Source vanishes and is refined into itself, its evolution advances another step."
"The storm is enough to destroy every heaven and earth within sight. Be careful!"
The gravity in Pang Lin's final words was unmistakable.
"I felt it."
Pang Jian answered softly.
At this stage, within the seven-colored curtains of light surrounding the divine sparks of the four great demon gods, the corruption from the supreme will beyond the heavens had grown increasingly weak.
He had a feeling that the one beyond the heavens had concentrated most of its attention on Bai Zi.
Even a transcendent being like that could not attend to everything at once, could not cover all bases.
"Father!"
The World Tree's shriek suddenly rang out from the void below, its voice thick with panic. "The storm is swallowing stars! It has the power to effortlessly destroy Thunder God's Court and blast me to death!"
Pang Ling, who had been freed from the ice, abruptly withdrew into the treetop amid terrified cries.
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