"No!"
Several Immortal Kings roared and surged into the sky. Dazzling light burst from their bodies as they unleashed every divine ability they had learned, hoping to stop that world-destroying blow.
Yet before that terrifying pressure, their resistance was like children swinging swords. They fell apart under an invisible force before they could even reach the giant claw.
Flesh and blood flew, turning into a vast rain of blood. But before it could touch the ground, the dreadful heat steamed it dry, leaving no trace.
"Ah!"
Countless cultivators in that world stared at the sky, their grief-stricken cries ringing through the clouds.
Their eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, but they were powerless. They could only watch their homes be destroyed and their lives devoured.
And this was only one glimpse of the countless tragedies across the Heavens and Myriad Realms. In the bloody storm the Dao Ancestors had stirred up, who knew how many more living beings would meet the same fate?
"Peacock Venerable, I've left the battlefield of the Heavenforsaken Land and severed my ties with Heaven! Why won't you leave me alone?"
The desolate roar tore through space, like the dying cry of a cornered beast that had crawled out of the depths of the Yellow Springs.
A colossal dragon body covered in savage wounds burst into view. Dark-golden blood seeped between its scales and dripped down, scorching wisps of blue smoke from the space beneath it.
The divine dragon's dharma body filled heaven and earth. Its whiskers swept across the stars like steel whips, while unwillingness and fury burned in its eyes as it faced the gleaming silver claw suspended high above.
This dragon had once been a Dao Ancestor who fought the Dark Lifeforms in bloody combat on the battlefield of the Heavenforsaken Land.