"Ah—"
Across the vast, shattered primordial domain, an earth-shaking battle was erupting.
There were only five or six people on one side, while the other had dozens of figures. Yet the battle was utterly one-sided.
Those dozens of powerful Eighth Tribulation Ancient Immortals were not merely unable to resist the five or six opponents—they were driven back step by step, with Eighth Tribulation Ancient Immortals falling one after another.
"Ah—"
Suddenly, a horned God and Devil roared in fury, and the sound shattered mountains and rivers across billions of miles into dust.
Yet such a God and Devil was sent flying by a single punch. More than half the bones and sinews throughout his body had shattered, and he had suffered unprecedented grievous wounds.
This God and Devil resembled a flaming demon god that had crawled out of hell, possessing peerless divine power capable of destroying heaven and earth. Yet before the man in front of him, he had no power to resist, and could barely even flee.
He could only stare at the snow-white figure before him and roar unwillingly, "Guixu, you bully the young with your seniority! You are no son of man!"
"Flame Prison Sacred Spirit."
Chen Nianzhi murmured, then said calmly, "You do not deserve sympathy for dying by my hand."
As his words fell, the sky-covering Primordial Chaos One-Qi Capturing Hand completely suppressed the Flame Prison Sacred Spirit. No matter how fiercely he struggled, he could not break free.
In merely a moment, the Flame Prison Sacred Spirit was utterly slain in the heavens. His mangled body fell to the earth, only to be wrapped in a streak of light and vanish into the distant void an instant later.
"Whoosh—"
At the critical moment, Chen Nianzhi used the Five-Color Divine Radiance to seize the Flame