"Run! I have to get away from Yang Ming!"
"That World Heretic isn't human! That bizarre way of inflicting damage is unheard of. He can actually hurt me from this far away! Unless a god descends to the mortal world, there's no way someone of my strength can stand against Yang Ming!"
Grand Consecration Qian Daoliu was on the verge of madness!
The situation had been so favorable that he had even thought he could eliminate Yang Ming, the World Heretic. Yet this World Heretic's methods had exceeded anything he could imagine!
Snap!
Just then, his powerful spiritual senses once again caught the almost imperceptible sound of snapping fingers.
The next instant, Qian Daoliu's face contorted. Even the space around him toppled like a row of dominoes, presenting a terrifying spectacle of thunderous collapse.
"This is..."
Qian Daoliu's eyes widened, disbelief flashing through them.
The Douluo Continent was a first-rate world with exceptionally strict laws. Its space had risen with that tide, becoming incredibly sturdy. Even someone as powerful as Qian Daoliu had previously only been able to shatter a large stretch of space by unleashing his full strength.
Yet now, Yang Ming had accomplished that with a mere snap of his fingers!
Sensing danger, Qian Daoliu wrapped himself in an exceptionally dense layer of holy light, hoping to resist the powerful suction coming from the spatial rift.
The spatial rift was deep and pitch-black, like a bottomless abyss with no end in sight.
On the other side lay the most treacherous spatial turbulence. Those seemingly ordinary gales could easily tear through a god's defenses. Even gods could only remain there briefly. If they failed to find spatial coordinates and return to the world, they would perish within the spatial turbulence.
Even gods paled at the mention of spatial turbulence.