A thousand-mile levee, destroyed in an instant.
When Ye Ling's terrifying power breached the defense of the "execution" character, the collapse became uncontrollable.
Boom, boom, boom.
Like thunder in spring, the fearsome "execution" character exploded, and Ye Ling's figure was sent flying, crashing hard to the ground.
"Ao woo!"
Suddenly, a miserable cry arose, and a pained expression appeared on that black giant face, as if the destruction of the "execution" character also affected its very being.
Ye Ling got up, looked at the fearsome, pained black giant face, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a cold laugh.
To spill three drops of blood and dare to pull a divine spirit into hell was not just talk, but a causal divine skill.
There were powerful beings in the Immortal Realm who could annihilate the true form of an entity through its embodiment, terrifying and horrifying. Ye Ling's words and divine skill were almost as formidable.
