That immense power distorted the very space and brought time to a standstill.
Ling Kong, unwilling to yield, dropped a finger as well.
The two sharp attacks sent laws flying, and the rhythm of the Great Dao continuously appeared.
When the dust settled, Lu Yang was still holding that Longsword.
Yet, he looked utterly battered.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and the hand gripping the sword hilt trembled incessantly.
Everyone could see that no matter how strong Lu Yang was, he could not rival the phantoms of the three supreme beings of alien chaos.
"After this battle, will we never be able to rise again?"
The beings of primordial chaos were filled with rage and despair.
Many among them already knew the truth about the alien chaos.
They knew these entities were invading their chaos.
"Why must the World Supreme assist those of the alien chaos? If Martial Ancestor intervened, there surely would be a way out."
The people of the Land of the Forsaken Husk mourned.
