It was the first time Yang Ye had seen Qin Bufan so panic stricken. No, it should be described as terrified. There was dense terror in Qin Bufan’s eyes.

Yang Ye looked up into the sky. The dark violet lightning didn’t descend swiftly like the pillars of lightning from before, and it slowly emerged from the vortex instead.

An extremely terrifying pressure appeared here!

It pressed down upon everyone like a myriad of mountains, and it didn’t just make their figures tremble, even their souls started trembling. It was a form of terror that came from the depths of their souls and bones.

Half-Saints were in a comparatively better state, but the profounders beneath the Half-Saint Realm were worse. Many even fell weakly to the ground.

Yang Ye was affected as well. He hurriedly emanated his sword intent to envelop himself and resist the terrifying pressure from the dark violet lightning.

“What’s Lightning of Obliteration?” Yang Ye had a solemn expression in his eyes as he gazed at the dark violet divine li...