She stretched out her hand, a gleam of divine light led by her pulled across the starry sky, sweeping through strands of ghostly mist. Upon contact, they emitted a violent hissing sound, akin to fire and water, incompatible. Moments later, the divine light and the ghostly mist annihilated each other.
This scene seemed to symbolize that the ghostly mist could indeed be obliterated, but it did not improve the complexions of the present powerhouses. Instead, their expressions grew uglier.
Because... proportions.
The status represented by the ghostly mist was too eminent, even if they intervened personally, it would require more than two parts of Divine Power to annihilate one part of the ghostly mist.
And the ghostly mist was endless.
A woman from the Heavenly God Clan sighed lightly, "According to this rate of infiltration, I fear it will not take a millennium before Yanfu State will become desolate, beyond the control of Overlord Forces, sparing no one."
