The hundred-meter figure that had crashed through the mountains and was bleeding across the sky was none other than Nangong Xian.
At this moment, Nangong Xian must have transformed into her true Divine Clan form, of course, her towering height was not the full manifestation of the Divine Body, but merely the most effective combat form.
Han Yi's gaze turned icy as his killing intent swirled, looking further ahead, in front of the shattered mountains, three figures arrived side by side, each also a hundred meters tall, and the Divine Force emanating from their bodies was equally substantial, indicating they were at the pinnacle of the Creation Realm in their cultivation.
One of the figures was holding a huge copper stick.
In the fleeting glimpse earlier, it was precisely this divine stick that had struck Nangong Xian, shattering the mountains and causing her bloody fall.
"Nangong Xian, you cannot escape today,"
