Birds cried mournfully as they fell from the shattered sky, their feathers ground to dust by the chaotic spiritual pressure. Beasts fled across the violently trembling earth, only to be swallowed by ruptured chasms or crushed into pulp by spatial fragments falling from above. Rivers flowed backward, and monstrous waves drowned billions of miles of fertile plains.
Mu Chen and Luo Li held hands as they watched the scene, speechless for a long while.
Mandala was somewhat dazed. It reminded her of the destruction of the Ancient Heavenly Palace... Back then, the Nine-Corpse Heavenly Devil Emperor had launched his attack without warning. Before many people in the Ancient Heavenly Palace could react, their lives had been erased by that terrifying power. She herself had lost consciousness in an instant, and when she awoke, ages had passed.
Yet compared to the Nine-Corpse Heavenly Devil Emperor, Hun Tiandi's palm strike was even more terrifying. It had even shattered the entire Western Heaven Continent.
Hun Yufeng also fell silent, merely staring into the distance as the smile on his face gradually faded.
He had already anticipated that Hun Tiandi's palm strike was likely meant to erase the Western Heaven Battle Hall, but the sight before him still came as a great surprise.
Bone Honored Elder, along with the Soul Clan Sovereigns following behind—who had originally been meant to manage the Western Heaven Battle City after its conquest—stared dumbfoundedly at the apocalyptic scene. Some wore fanatical expressions, while others were filled with longing.
"As expected of the Hall Master... With such divine power, how many people in the Great Thousand World could possibly stand alongside him? And the Flame Emperor, who once defeated the Hall Master—just how powerful must he be?" Hun Yufeng sighed.
He smiled and said to Mu Chen, "Haha, Brother Mu,