After the Ancient Clan's ancestor's remnant soul received Mo Chen's request.
The apparition raised its great hand and aimed it at Lin Heng from afar.
The apparition's great hand suddenly clenched.
An invisible hand appeared around Lin Heng.
Amid the haze, the outline of the great hand could be seen in the ripples of space.
As the hand tightened its grip, the space around Lin Heng was rapidly compressed.
The once-calm space became horribly warped.
At the sight, a cruel smile spread across Mo Chen's face.
"That's it, that's it..."
"Lin Heng, die in endless agony."
Mo Chen had already begun imagining Lin Heng being crushed into mincemeat, blood and scraps of flesh flying through the air before falling into the sea.
But after several seconds, the scene he had played tens of thousands of times in his mind still hadn't appeared.
Mo Chen frowned and looked over.
Lin Heng stood proudly in the sky, holding the Eternal Ages Divine Weapon in his right hand and keeping his left hand behind his back.
The distorted space stopped when it reached him.
The attack from Mo Chen's ancestor's remnant soul had failed to affect Lin Heng.
In an instant, Mo Chen looked as though he had seen a ghost.
"No!"
"No!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Mo Chen couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Although his ancestor's remnant soul possessed less than a tenth of the strength he had in life.
How could this happen against a minor cultivator like Lin Heng?
But the merciless reality soon slapped Mo Chen hard across the face like a giant hand.
Lin Heng waved his hand.
Kunpeng's figure appeared above the Eternal Ages.
Kunpeng let out a furious roar.
Sound waves spread in all directions, shaking the space around them.
The spatial pressure created by the