"I'll bury that worthless Golden Body of yours along with every ant in this city!!!"
Demon Emperor Taiyuan threw back his head and roared in fury, countless streams of golden mist gathering wildly within his mouth.
At last, they became a golden torrent that pierced heaven and earth, crashing down toward the black-robed Golden Body and Chang'an below.
Golden light cascaded like a waterfall, pouring into the mortal world.
Wherever it passed, space twisted, as though unable to withstand its razor-sharp aura.
Before that suffocating pressure even reached them, many citizens in the city were already bleeding from all seven orifices and collapsing to the ground.
Such terrifying might was enough to strike dread into every living being in Chang'an.
Even if that Golden Body could evade it, how could Chang'an beneath her feet withstand it?!
Above Chang'an.
"This... is this the power of the Tower-Climbing Realm..."
The faces of You Wujiang and the others changed drastically.
No matter how resolute their wills, no matter how long ago they had cast life and death aside.
Before such absolute power, they could not suppress the trembling that rose from the depths of their souls.
Ants gazing at the heavens knew only despair.
"Don't just stand there!"
A furious shout exploded in their ears.
The imperial High Ancestor's hair and beard bristled as he ripped the Storage Bag from his waist.
"Deploy the treasures!"
Jiang Yuechu had casually tossed it to him before they set out.
She had said they were things she had no use for, and told the emperor to distribute them as he saw fit, giving the Great Tang a few more trump cards to preserve their lives.
At the imperial High Ancestor's command.
Everyone snapped awake as though from a dream.
Without the slightest hesitation, they formed hand