Midair, a colossal gulf tore through heaven and earth, an endless surge of Void Power spilling out in all directions. Pitch-black streams of void turbulence and collapsing spatial fragments annihilated everything in their path.
In the cultivation world, countless people looked up in horror at the terrifying rift descending from the sky, their faces etched with panic.
This was a cosmic catastrophe. With heaven and earth split asunder, could any being withstand the relentless erosion by the terrifying Void Power?
Yang Zhen pushed his speed to the extreme, shooting toward the direction of the fracture like a golden bolt of lightning. His afterimages trailed behind him, gradually disappearing into the void.
Along the way, numerous onlookers gazed up at Yang Zhen in confusion, utterly baffled. At a time when everyone wished they had wings to flee from that place, it was incomprehensible why this "senior" was charging straight into the fray like a moth to flame.
Boom—!
