Boom!
A powerful wave of impac rushed out from the gray screen of light. When it swept outwards, it charged towards the five million cultivators from the War Chamber like a roaring wave, even spreading to the planet in which Su Ming resided.
At the same time, the gray screen of light started distorting violently, as if there was a violent power trying to forcibly tear it apart. It seemed to be struggling under it.
The near one million cultivators from the Immortals' Union behind the screen were pale, but when they saw that the screen had recovered and stopped distorting, their expressions filled with excitement.
"We ask the Nine Planets to battle!" the tribe leader of the Dust Dews said in an imposing voice while standing above the nine planets behind the cultivators and the screen.
