Above the once-empty sea, a spatial rift suddenly appeared out of thin air, rapidly spreading to both sides at an unimaginable speed. In an instant, it stretched to hundreds of zhang in length, as though the entire sky had been torn in half.
Immediately, an overwhelmingly terrifying pressure surged out in waves.
Next, a colossal hand covered in brown scales, spanning hundreds of zhang in size, abruptly extended from the spatial rift. The gigantic hand descended upon Liu Ming with ruthless force, as if swatting a mere fly.
"Not good! Run quickly!" A panicked voice echoed in Liu Ming's consciousness—it was from Mo Tian.
