The area within a kilometer radius was in complete disarray, and once the dust settled, what appeared before Qin Jun and the others was a colossal ravine extending all the way to the horizon.
The Demon Ancestor and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch were floating in front of them, about five to six hundred meters away.
At this moment, the Demon Ancestor was unharmed, his smile as arrogant as ever, while the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch behind him seemed terrified.
"Your Majesty, this is bad!"
Bai Ze squinted his eyes and murmured, his stunning face still composed despite being drenched in a cold sweat.
Hou Yi and Li Si also looked extremely troubled, and the nine dragons pulling the chariot neighed in panic, as despair engulfed their spirits like a nightmare.
Qin Jun furrowed his brows, not adding more spiritual stones to the Demon Dragon Cannon because he understood it was too late and would be ineffective.
