The void seemed to be molten, as Yi Chen's palm cradled an extreme brilliance, as if uplifting a freshly risen star.
The Taoist's soul spread outward, his lower limbs slightly bending before stretching again. Suddenly, he hurled the sealed mass of flesh in his hands high into the void above!
"Asna, prepare to die!"
"I, Yi Chengzi, will not hesitate to utterly defeat you!"
Boom!
A silent explosion shook the air.
White waves of fury swept out in all directions!
He!
It seemed as though he had created an expanding moon!
Amidst the violent detonation of energy, a silvery-white cuboid mark was instantly obliterated, exposing within it a peculiar vertical-pupil sigil.
It gazed deeply in the direction of the explosion, a frigid light emanating coldly from its vertical pupil.
