Between the heavens and earth, the vast and endless spectral aura began to surge inwards like rivers returning to sea. It condensed into a ghastly white fog. Then, two great arms reached out from the fog. They seemed to support the collapsing skies, holding up the phantom of the stick in their hands.

Bang –

The ground violently shook, forming visible ripples that spread outwards. Wherever they went, the earth collapsed. Dirt and rock splashed up, filling the skies with dust.

A towering figure came into view as the dust slowly cleared. Its legs were sunk into the ground. One hand was still placed above its head and the other hadn’t been able to withstand the wild strength and had vanished.

The messy man who held the spatial crack in his hand and nearly killed Qin Yu with a casual strike suddenly had a changed complexion. His eyes widened as if he...