As the giant hand withdrew, it cleared a vast swath of empty sky, briefly sweeping away all the mist and obstructions.
Because of this, everyone witnessed a world-shaking sight from an immense distance.
The Wangchuan River stood suspended in midair, its waters surging endlessly. Before it were three indistinct, enormous, indescribable phantoms.
There was another figure as well-the owner of the giant hand from earlier, now locked in an earth-shattering battle with half a crystalline skeleton.
A single blow sent the entire Blood-Colored City shaking violently.
But great swathes of blood mist soon surged up and blocked their view. That fleeting glimpse was all anyone saw.
A Yin God was difficult to look at directly. The moment many of them looked over, intense pain stabbed through their eyes and tremendous terror welled up inside them. In fact, they hurriedly averted their gazes before they could even take a proper look.
Even so, it left an indelible memory in their hearts.
Yin Gods were a tremendous terror!
These were beings that could not be defeated. They stood on the banks of history's long river, above all living things, looking down upon the survival and extinction of all creatures through endless cycles of reincarnation.
The only things capable of restraining them were these Restricted Zones.
Otherwise, the Mortal World would probably have become a paradise for Weird Objects long ago.
At this moment, even some Old Antiques were so horrified that their hair stood on end, and they nearly took their own lives!
Things were slightly different where Jiang Chen was.
Tie Zhu and the Evil Self stared at him in utter shock, their eyes holding even more fear than when they had looked at the Yin God.
If they remembered correctly.
For a certain instant just now, Jiang Chen had died.