Boom, boom, boom!
The entire heaven and earth were ravaged by terrifying aftershocks everywhere, with flashes of thunder, dreadful sword intent flowing, the dark waves of Mystic Water stirring, and the roar of the Four Divine Beasts filling the region for thousands of kilometers around.
One after another, the Unification Realm Great Powers kept retreating, fearing being caught up in the battle. Even the mere aftershocks made them feel the danger of injury.
If they were caught up in the fight, they feared they would be reduced to ashes.
Amid such terrible roaring, all the Great Mahayana cultivators fixed their eyes on the central area.
Then they saw Mo Ming, slightly disheveled, break through the encirclement. Relying on his powerful physical body, he endured a hit from the White Tiger Illusion and charged towards Lu Yi. In his hand appeared a pitch-black saber, which radiated a chillingly sharp light, a Low Grade Spiritual Artifact!
