Wherever the big palm imprint passed by, the sky would turn into a purely pitch-black slate. It was as if doomsday had descended, wanting to completely wipe out all lives on earth.
The prowess of this huge palm imprint could be said to be stronger than the total of all the other Plenary Foundation Septet members multiplied by ten.
Fang Xingjian understood now. The Plenary Foundation Septet had probably always held the Crown Princess as their core. As long as the Crown Princess was still alive, it would not matter even if everyone else were to die.
Yet, faced with this huge palm imprint that descended from the sky, Fang Xingjian did not back off at all.
He understood that if this attack were to land on the Imperial Capital, the entire Imperial Capital—no, probably the entire Central Region or even a large part of the Empire's tectonic plates—would turn into dust.
