"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Watching that colossal pillar of lightning descend from the heavens like divine punishment, Ye Qianming's gaze was ice-cold.
On that handsome face, akin to that of a Heavenly God, there was not the slightest ripple of emotion; with a mere lift of his hand, a strike blasted out.
"Heavenly Battle Technique—Annihilation!"
As the man's frigid voice resounded across this stretch of sky, in an instant, a streak of blood-red light flashed past from within his sleeve.
Then, with a thunderous boom, a peerlessly stunning blade-light swept out from the man's fluttering silver robe sleeve.
In that instant, it cleaved through the Primordial wilderness, annihilating even heaven's radiance!
"Bang!"
That terrifying pillar of lightning, whose radiance could almost grind the Abandoned Continent beneath Ye Qianming's feet into fine dust, under Ye Qianming's move, was shattered inch by inch into annihilation in a single breath.
