Wang Yangming's fury was understandable.
Their Sun and Moon Cult had cultivated themselves and bided their time for a full ten million years, through the efforts of countless people.
Only then had they attained their present scale.
They had gained the strength to contend with the Sun Palace.
One could imagine just how difficult it had been for them to live in darkness without seeing the light of day for ten million years.
And now, their strongest ancestor had died in battle.
As for their founding ancestor, the Sun and Moon God, he was trapped by the formation and could be annihilated at any moment.
How could Wang Yangming not fly into a rage?
The Sacred Court, which had originally joined forces with them, had now vanished without a trace.
Wang Yangming was furious as well.
At worst, they would withdraw and continue recuperating and building their strength.
It seemed the Sun and Moon Cult's roar of fury had been heard.
The once-silent heavens suddenly erupted with violent lightning, spiritual energy surging like a sea.
Thunder boomed incessantly.
Xu Zimo looked up and saw a giant hand blotting out the sky reaching down to seize him.
This hand did not belong to a pseudo-Dao Fruit Expert like the Sun and Moon God.
The power of laws flowed across it.
The suppressive aura bursting forth from it revealed without exception that its owner was a true Dao Fruit Expert.
It pierced through the void and even blocked out the sun.
It was as though, at this moment, this giant hand had become the focus of all heaven and earth, drawing everyone's gaze toward it uncontrollably.
As the hand reached for Xu Zimo,
another giant hand stretched out from the depths of the Sun Palace.
This hand possessed an even more powerful