That rune grew larger and brighter until it was blinding within the darkness.

It was like a giant star was expanding until it was about to explode. Its fierce light was like sharp blades piercing this space, and the divine pressure present would make any person feel despair.

Within this world of darkness, there was nothing except for that apocalyptic light. The only thing here was death and destruction.

“It really didn’t give you a chance of survival at all…” muttered Evilmoon.

Long Chen was panting for breath as he held his head. The fierce pain in it made him unable to think straight at the moment.

Only after a few breaths’ time did he feel like he could think again. Waving his hand, he pulled his Yuan Spirit into his mind-sea.

In that final attack, he had used his Spiritual Strength to unleash the fifth form of Split the Heavens. In truth, the timing of his attack had been very lucky. If it had been too fast, it wouldn’t have blocked the divine...