The cunning Emperor Tianchan, in his true form, attempted to rush into the vast ocean but was caught directly in the palm of Moluo's giant hand, which promptly shredded him to pieces.
Island Lord Gui Ling stared in shock, and the others dared not even breathe heavily.
There was no way to escape.
Hopelessness filled the air.
All they could do was beg for mercy.
"Elder, spare our lives!"
"We have already pledged allegiance to the Qishen Temple. We hope Elder will spare us in consideration of the Divine Temple's face. Please overlook today's events; we will pretend we didn't see anything!"
As for the strong individuals from the Qishen Temple, they all stepped back, afraid of being implicated. Each of them refrained from pleading.
Moluo casually clenched his fist, without uttering a single word. He struck again, everything flowing smoothly and cleanly.
