The vastness lost its color, and the great land trembled.
With the appearance of a golden finger, the power it contained made the world shiver, and from all directions came sobbing sounds. Thunder roared in myriad paths, and blood rained in a foul wind, yet none could approach this heaven and earth.
Billions of beings felt their hearts tremble with fear, filled with a sense of sorrow, as if a great calamity was impending, and the world was on the brink of destruction.
It was too terrifying.
It was beyond inconceivable.
At this moment, even the powerful of the Twelfth Realm found it hard to move, overwhelmed with a sense of despair.
In the direction of the Holy City, a figure suddenly stood up, looking towards Qingzhou, and couldn't help but tremble. Then, it seemed to sigh.
Jiang Ming felt it most acutely.
