Boom! Boom! Boom!
Six majestic, towering phantoms, each hundreds of yards tall, appeared at once before the golden warships.
The towering phantoms slowly brought their hands together. Six of the warships were caught between those palms, unable to move an inch.
Only one warship managed to escape into the Void Rift.
The warship carrying Emperor Lord Guixiang was likewise enveloped by the phantom hands. Cracks had spread across the barrier on its surface, which looked ready to collapse at any moment.
"Chaos Return to Ruin Art!"
The Seventeenth Ancestor's low shout rolled like thunder. After forming a seal with his twelve hands, he thrust them out together.
Boom!
The six enormous phantoms struck at once, blotting out the sky. Chaos Qi surged and churned like a raging sea as their giant palms slowly closed, as though they meant to grind the whole world to dust between them.
"No!"
The cultivators aboard five of the warships screamed in terror. Before they could react, the barriers protecting their ships split apart like thin paper.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless cultivators burst apart under the crushing pressure. Their flesh and bones were annihilated inch by inch; even their Strange Dao true forms had no time to escape before vanishing into nothingness!
The massive golden warships, each hundreds of yards long and engraved with ancient formation patterns, twisted under that force. Their metal hulls shrieked as they broke, until they were crushed into lumps of scrap that struck the ground like meteors.
Only the warship carrying Emperor Lord Guixiang was shrouded in a mysterious power and barely escaped that fate.
But that warship was still shattered. More than a thousand experts aboard suffered grievous injuries and quickly flew toward the Void Rift, soon disappearing from sight.
The Seventeenth Ancestor's body rapidly withered and shrank until