The sky had become even darker than before, and everyone knew that above the clouds, the Supreme Immortal Tribulation had already descended.
"Battle!!" the Pharaoh roared at the dark clouds from atop his chariot.
Li Changzhou, now devoid of mana, could he possibly be a match for the Pharaoh?
A giant hand tore through the dark clouds, pressing down from above.
The clouds churned across ten thousand miles, the edges of the hand crackling non-stop with loud pops, sparks flying everywhere, the air being shredded, the atmosphere set ablaze.
The gale knocked down the armies of the Netherworld and peeled off layers of the Earth's surface like a knife, uprooting trees that swayed and, with a rustling sound, were torn from the ground to rush towards the sky.
Buildings were about to collapse, the ground shook and mountains swayed; the might of this palm could only be described as utterly overwhelming!
