"Old man, you're no match for me!"
Lu Qian's eyes nearly split with fury, blood streaming from his seven orifices. The nebula in his hand grew ever larger. After devouring all the power of six Primordial Chaos Realm experts, it had almost reached the point of blotting out the sky and sun!
Boom!
The enormous footprint of mystic light Bai Yushan had condensed slammed into the nebula, which seemed to contain ten thousand worlds.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color. A terrifying pillar of energy shot into the highest heavens, shattered the boundaries of space in the blink of an eye, and plunged straight into chaos, sweeping across the stars in an instant!
Yet even after unleashing such tremendous power, Bai Yushan did not so much as furrow his brow.
Looking at the Ten Thousand Worlds that still had not burst, he merely snorted coldly, and another treasured fan appeared in his hand!
"Lu Qian, you've been utterly loyal to Heavenly Venerable Indra. Now you've finally reached the end of the road."
"But the fortunes of Heavenly Venerable Mountain's disciples have run dry. You can no longer stir up any waves!"
With that, Bai Yushan gently waved his treasured fan, instantly sending four enormous wind blades sweeping through heaven and earth to crush Lu Qian!
Lu Qian's oil had run dry, his lamp burning out.
He had struggled desperately to hold on until now, yet he still had not sensed even the faintest trace of an aura from the God Realm!
The Ten Thousand Worlds divine ability could devour every attack and return them all to the enemy, but even such an ability had a limit to how much it could swallow!
Seeing the four wind blades seal off every avenue of escape, despair immediately appeared on Lu