One after another, the spacetitans rushed forth to attack.

All of the spacetitans were huge, but had various forms. Some looked human, some looked like animals, some looked like magical treasures or even swords.

Roar!

A group of them were charging in formation, making something like a gigantic mountain pulsing with the vital energies of death, water, fire, and wind.

RUMBLE!

Yang Qi thrust his hands out and a primal-chaos elder-snake appeared behind him, its mouth open so wide it gobbled up the incoming mountain like a python swallowing an egg. Then cracking sounds rang out, after which the snake burped, exhaling a stream of baleful energy.

Yang Qi wasn’t saying anything; he was simply bowling people over by his actions. Some of the old-timers were analyzing what they were seeing and began conferring via divine sense.

“Was that... a consummate technique of King Heaven-Devourer?”

“We have to be very careful around this Mister Second. It won’t...