The God Rank Shadow Puppet faced a Heavenly Fireball hundreds of times larger than himself without the slightest intention of retreating.
The Tianyuan disciples focused their gazes on him, their eyes full of worry, breaking into a cold sweat on his behalf.
"..." Ye Qingcheng had witnessed the God Rank Shadow Puppet's power in the secret realm.
But now, the enemy the Divine-Rank Shadow Puppet faced was a Great Emperor possessing the Heaven-Burning Saint Body.
Even Ye Qingcheng could not be certain whether he alone could withstand a strike capable of slaughtering billions of living beings.
Without Chen Mu's orders, she dared not act rashly and go to his aid.
When she turned and noticed Chen Mu's calm expression, the anxiety gripping Ye Qingcheng's heart eased considerably.
Simply because he had never disappointed anyone.
When it came to steadiness, Ye Qingcheng privately believed no one in the world could rival Chen Mu.
"He's finished!"
"If you don't court death, you won't die!"
"Isn't dying at a Great Emperor's hands an honor in itself?"
From the perspective of the Three Domains' people hovering on Flying Swords and Flying Boats, the God Rank Shadow Puppet had already been swallowed by heavenly fire and melted into molten iron.
Yet a moment later, they witnessed that enormous fireball shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What's happening? Was it neutralized?"
"Could it be the sect-protecting formation? Is that formation really so powerful?"
"No, it never even touched it."
"..." His brows knitted tightly. Unlike the others, Zhao Qiankun, who had unleashed this attack, knew perfectly well that his spiritual qi was being devoured at a frenzied pace.
Once the fireball had shrunk sufficiently, becoming smaller than a human head-
Everyone could finally see that it was not the sect-protecting formation at work.