Chen Lin's gaze was cold as he punched straight into the oncoming pillar of light.
There was no fancy name.
Only pure, ultimate strength.
Crack-
His fist struck empty space.
Centered on his knuckles, the space within a radius of thirty thousand meters twisted and crumpled violently like a rag.
The invisible, terrifying force of his punch collided with the oncoming pillar of spiritual power in an instant.
There was no explosion, no stalemate.
Before the absolute might of fifty million jin, the pillar of spiritual power capable of destroying heaven and earth split cleanly in two, then rolled back on itself!
The force of the punch continued unabated, smashing into the first Bronze Warships' defensive barrier with unstoppable momentum.
Bang!
The deep-blue barrier, supposedly capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a mid Deity Transformation cultivator, did not last even half a breath. It burst like a bubble.
Immediately afterward, the hundreds-of-meters-long Bronze Warships began disintegrating under that pure force, shattering inch by inch from the bow.
Steel twisted. Cultivators screamed.
One punch.
All six sky-patrolling warships in the straight-line path of the vacuum corridor were reduced to dust.
Iron filings and bloody mist rained down across the glacier.
The entire polar battlefield fell into deathly silence.
The other two Deity Transformation elders' eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Their hands trembled uncontrollably around their magic treasures.
The Sacred Spirit Sect's patriarch turned deathly pale, staring fixedly at the black-clad young man in the sky.
He would never forget that face from twenty years ago.
"It's you?!"
The old Daoist's voice was shrill, carrying a tremor even he failed to notice.
Two years ago, this native had still needed that damaged bell and Sword Formation to gain an advantage.
Twenty years later, he had destroyed six sky-patrolling warships