If not for the spatial rift separating them from the battlefield, they would have been obliterated by now.
This was power beyond the Mahayana stage—the pinnacle of combat strength on the Mystic Void Continent, truly extraordinary.
Master Lian tilted his head slightly, remaining motionless, though a faint smirk appeared at the corner of his lips.
At that moment, the sky tore open with a massive rift, revealing thunderclouds pressing down like a city.
Several bolts of lightning flashed across the heavens, illuminating the world for a brief moment.
Amid the flickering lightning, a fierce and domineering blade light sliced through the sky as if splitting it open.
The rampant devil aura was entirely dispelled.
A wildly arrogant voice resounded across the void.
"Lian Qinglan how useless can you be? You've even drawn a heavenly tribulation! If you want to die, don't drag my disciple down with you!"
