Like playing the Chinese lute, the five fingers stretched out in an orderly manner, always hitting on a natural node, breaking down material objects, shattering voids and messing up the laws. These brought about the plundering of the four elements where colors of red, green, yellow, and white wallowed like boiling porridge with danger as thick as its viscosity.
The Tyrant's blade sank into it, becoming slower as it had already exhausted its energy and was about to be swallowed by the four elements.
At this moment, with the disappearance of the purple light, it strangely went missing within the chaotic four divisions as though it had merged into the illusory space, attacking from another world.
The shadow of the blade suddenly appeared, tearing many colors of red, green, yellow, and white before striking the back of Meng Qi's hand that was stretched out.
