With Cang God's command of Suppression, it seemed as if the entire heaven and earth were collapsing.
The onlookers around them already felt this oppressive force, even though the power was not directed at them.
"Overestimate your capabilities," Xu Zimei scoffed coldly.
"Trying to compare strength with me."
One could see the Power Vortex within him spinning rapidly, with hundreds of them continuously providing Shaking Heaven Power.
The giant behind roared again, both figures stretching to the sky, and suddenly thrust upwards.
It was then that the old man's force of Suppression briefly hesitated, followed by the sound of "crack crack" shattering.
Cang God's complexion changed, as if he had been struck a tremendous blow, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and his entire being seemed to be smashed, flying backwards.
"How can he be so strong," Cang God's face showed shock, staring at Xu Zimei in astonishment.
"Continue," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
