Qin Jun rubbed his eyes, and it took a while before his vision restored. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was dust; under the night sky, it seemed like Chaos first appeared. Looking down, he couldn't see the grasslands at all, only darkness.
The Juetian Plain had sunk who knows how many zhang, the void clouded with dust and the smoke of burning, giving an impression of an endless abyss.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and the stench of burning, with untold numbers of beings having met their tragic end in this catastrophe.
Suddenly, Qin Jun thought of something and frantically scanned the surroundings, panic spreading across his face.
"I'm over here,"
came the voice of the Black Butterfly Fairy to his ears. He turned around and saw a black hole spontaneously appear in front of him, and then the Black Butterfly Fairy stepped out from it.
Sun Wukong, Xing Tian, and other God and Demon figures watched, frowning. What kind of Divine Power was this?
