Just three minutes.
Above the Arctic, not a single Bronze Warship remained intact. Metal wreckage and severed limbs rained from the sky in a grotesque downpour.
Chen Lin intercepted the seven surviving Deity Transformation elders a second before they could escape into the spatial rift.
"Form the array! Fight him to the death!" Seeing their retreat cut off, the leading early Deity Transformation elder's eyes flashed with desperate madness.
All seven bit their tongues and spat out life-bound essence blood. Seven magic treasures soared into the sky, and seven differently colored strands of law power intertwined into an impenetrable killing net that descended over Chen Lin's head.
Chen Lin stopped in midair and drew his right arm back, the muscles across his back tightening like coiled dragons.
Within him, fifty million jin of qi and blood churned and roared.
He threw a punch.
Extremely compressed air formed a transparent ripple ahead of his fist.
The ripple struck the vast net of laws. Before that absolute strength, all its law power collapsed and melted instantly, like snow beneath a blazing sun.
The force of his punch tore through their defenses and slammed into all seven without restraint.
There were no screams.
The seven Deity Transformation cultivators and their Nascent Souls exploded simultaneously into seven clouds of blood mist.
Below, the Heaven-Burning Bone Cauldron, which was burning a hundred million living souls, lost control. Its black-and-red flames began to lash back wildly, and the cauldron cracked under the strain.
Chen Lin lowered his gaze and glanced at the evil object steeped in sin.
He reached out and clenched his hand from afar.
Terrifying force crushed the three-hundred-meter-tall Bone Cauldron flat. Freed from their restraints, the hundred million living souls sealed inside turned into vast streams of gray light and surged into the