The people of Douluo Continent watched the scene on the sky screen, already so terrified that they had lost the ability to think.
They could not understand those dazzling, elaborate moves, but they could understand the situation.
The three young people from the Great Thousand World in the sky had launched a joint assault. Not only had they failed to injure that demon, they had been sent flying with a single slap.
"It's over... it's all over."
The fat owner of the underground casino in the Star Luo Empire looked ashen.
He slumped on the ground, watching the sea of blood on the sky screen that nearly blotted out the entire heavens, his eyes vacant.
"If even the people from the Great Thousand World can't stop him... who can save us?"
Across Douluo Continent, countless people closed their eyes, awaiting the arrival of the final judgment.
Yet in the face of the overwhelming pressure from Tang San's sea of blood.
The three hovering in midair showed none of the fear the people of Douluo Continent had expected.
Xiao Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and exchanged a glance with Lin Jing.
Neither retreated. Instead, they both took a step forward.
Xiao Lin slowly raised his right hand.
A wisp of deep, dark-gold flame suddenly emerged from his fingertip like a tiny core flame.
The instant that wisp of flame appeared.
Every glacier in the Far North let out cracking sounds, unable to bear the burden.
That world-destroying blaze even penetrated the spatial barrier, causing the churning sea of blood below to visibly falter.
"Do you think swallowing a few Lower Planes makes you invincible?"
Xiao Lin looked down at the insufferably arrogant Tang San, his voice utterly calm.
"The Great Thousand World can force the Heavenly