With a suppression cry from the Cang God, it was as if heaven and earth themselves had come crashing down.
The onlookers all felt that oppressive force, even though it was not aimed at them.
"A mayfly shaking a tree," Xu Zimo snorted coldly.
"You want to compare strength with me?"
The Power Vortices within him spun at high speed, more than a hundred of them continuously supplying Heaven Shaking Power.
The giant behind him roared once more. The two of them held up the heavens and suddenly lifted upward.
The old man's suppressive force stalled slightly, followed immediately by a series of cracking sounds.
The Cang God's expression changed. As though he had suffered a grievous blow, he spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
"How could he be this strong?" The Cang God stared at Xu Zimo in shock and horror.
"Continue," Xu Zimo said blandly.
The Cang God's expression turned grave as he glanced at the Netherworld Divine King beside him.
The woman sat cross-legged in the sky, seemingly surrounded by countless ghosts.
It was as though she were summoning something from the depths of the netherworld.
The Cang God hardened his heart once more. Streams of dark green power gathered between his hands.
Within that dark green power, verdant vines began to grow.
Those vines seemed alive as they slithered across the ground toward Xu Zimo.
"That is the Cang Clan's Life Vine, isn't it?" Some of the knowledgeable onlookers murmured.
"What is the Cang Clan's Life Vine?" someone nearby asked in confusion.
"It is a cultivation art unique to the Cang Clan. It is said that the source of their lives is the Cang Clan's Life Vine," someone replied after pondering briefly.
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