The pillar of black light lasted for less than ten thousandth of a breath, but it molded eternity in that singular moment.

All was quiet between heaven and earth. When the pillar of light passed through, it ripped the enormous black cloud to pieces. Yan Guichi was a tattered remnant of his former self—his golden armor barely clung to his body in bits and pieces. At least twenty thousand of his immortal troops had been reduced to dust while the remaining eighty thousand were injured to varying degrees.

“Lu. Tian. Ling!!” Yan Guichi’s noncommittal expression finally vanished, replaced by deep-rooted fury.

A dragon desired to step on an ant, but in turn suffered some damage from the ant’s final stand! THough he was an arcane immortal, his dao heart wavered from the indignation and he went berserk.

Hummm!

The black cannon at the tip of the cross ark lit up again before Yan Guichi could respond. Another pillar of light one...