Chapter 287
He did not understand why Xu Zimo could still remain so calm at a time like this.
Seeing Xu Zimo's composed expression, Ancestor Futian suddenly had a bad feeling.
Just as the heaven-shrouding hand within the painting descended once more, it fell with endless radiance.
The Black Mist that had originally covered everything around them suddenly began to surge.
The Black Mist churned and gathered, forming a ferocious, evil face.
The grotesque face opened its bloody maw and swallowed toward the giant hand.
Boom!
The sky was completely torn open into a black hole, and endless light annihilated together with black demonic qi.
At this moment, the giant hand and the grotesque face vanished at the same time.
"How could this happen?" Ancestor Futian muttered in astonishment.
The thunderous explosions in the sky continued to echo without end.
More and more demonic qi gathered overhead, nearly dyeing the entire firmament pitch-black.
A demonic cloud shot out from the demonic qi, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth.
As it rubbed against the air, blazing flames actually ignited at the forefront of the demonic cloud.
The demonic cloud resembled a massive fireball, with deep, boundless demonic qi swirling around it as it raced toward the painting suspended in midair.
The giant hand in the painting tried to stop it, but to no avail.
The demonic cloud destroyed the giant hand like rotten wood, crashing directly onto the painting.
At this moment, the demonic qi filling the sky became even more violent.
The painting resisted only briefly before it was instantly devoured by the demonic cloud and burned to ashes.
Then, along with the spatial turbulence being scorched in midair, it turned into a cloud of ash that drifted through the air.
Ancestor Futian stared blankly at the