The number of Primordial Chaos experts could be counted on one hand.
Every one of them was a towering figure capable of shaking heaven and earth!
The moment Ye Qing struck, the entire Holy Land Interception Sect was shrouded in the shadow of death.
At that moment, Tongtian and Gong Xuan struggled out of the deep craters, their bodies already on the verge of breaking apart.
Blood stained the corner of Tongtian's mouth, and disbelief filled his face.
"Is this the power of a Primordial Chaos Realm expert?"
"Is there really nothing we can do?"
He could feel how utterly ruined his body was. He had no strength left to fight.
Gong Xuan was hardly any better off.
Ye Qing's earlier attack had been nothing more than a seemingly simple palm strike, yet an expert at the Eighth Heaven of the Dao-Unification Realm had been reduced to an ant that could be pinched to death at a whim.
That vast gulf in strength was like a heavenly chasm, impossible to cross!
Meanwhile, the arrogant Xiao Ming was already heading straight for the Holy Land Interception Sect with Third Elder Ye Qing. Before the crushing pressure of the Primordial Chaos Realm expert had even descended, the entire Interception Sect's mountain gates were tottering on the brink of collapse!
Nan Yi had watched Tongtian and Gong Xuan plummet from the sky like kites with severed strings. Now that he recognized Ye Qing, he immediately lost his composure.
"Ye Qing? Why is it him!"
"This is bad. It seems the Holy Mother has no idea what's happening here!"
Hearing Nan Yi's words, Ying Dang, Mo Hai, and the others, who had only just recovered, were filled with alarm and uncertainty.
Ying Dang struggled to maintain the Sect-Guarding Grand Array while ordering the disciples