He couldn't understand why Xu Zimei was still so composed at this time.
Looking at Xu Zimei's composed expression, Ancestor Futian suddenly had an ominous premonition.
As he watched the gigantic hand in the painting descend once again, a hand adorned with endless light fell.
He saw the all-encompassing black fog around him suddenly began to surge.
The raging black fog converged, forming a fierce, evil face.
The fierce face opened its maw wide and devoured the great hand.
With a "boom",
The sky cracked open a black hole, where the infinite light and the black Demonic Qi annihilated each other.
At this moment, the great hand and the fierce face disappeared simultaneously.
"How could this be?" Ancestor Futian muttered in surprise beside him.
The sound of "rumbling" explosions continued to resound in the sky.
The intertwining Demonic Qi grew thicker and thicker, almost dyeing the entire firmament pitch black.
