With a single palm strike, most of the renowned Five Prisons War Gods of the Primordial Era perished.
Asura and the Drought Demon, who had barely survived by sheer luck, suffered devastating blows as well. The severity of their injuries rivaled that of the Eternal Night Devil Venerable, who had fallen into a death tribulation.
This was the Supreme Immortal King: when enraged, all living beings trembled in fear; when at peace, all beneath heaven rested easy.
That supreme divine power transcended space, time, and causality, standing above all laws. No matter how peerless your elegance or how overwhelming your devilish might, you could only bow your head and submit.
"Want to kill me? Even an Immortal King can't do it! My life isn't something even Heaven can take!"
The Void Cave Devil Emperor stood ramrod straight. Even when facing a life-and-death crisis, he still displayed the bearing of a generation's overlord.
Roar!!!
A long howl split the sky. With his back to the wall, he fought to the death, drawing all Nine Great Void Caves into his palm.
They were his innate Gifted Dharma Form. At this moment, he held nothing back and ignited them all.
In an instant, spatial radiance and flames intertwined and erupted, like nine great suns exploding at once. Carrying the might to burn the heavens and annihilate the earth, they slammed ferociously down toward the tunnel between the two realms.
Boom!!
The universe reversed, and the myriad Daos wailed.
The already shattered and fragmented chaotic space-time was forcibly burned through by this desperate strike, torn open into a deep, dark hollow.
Law Fragments scattered in all directions, falling like a rain of stars, brilliant yet desolate.
Whoosh--
Beyond layer upon layer of mist, a vast and secluded supreme world floated above the Nine Nether.