Facing the desperate Doomsday Ancestor, a hint of gravity flashed in the eyes of the Primordial Elder.
He immediately gave it his all, activating the Glazed Glass Cup and the Mountain and River Map, unleashing their full power.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
The entire realm was filled with terrifying energy impacts.
The realm, already fractured, suddenly became even more precarious.
Seeing this scene, the Doomsday Ancestor immediately showed an expression of excitement.
For over twenty years, he had been trapped in this place, unable to escape.
He had considered risking everything to break this realm, but ultimately he couldn't make up his mind.
Because he couldn't afford to gamble, if he lost, even if he didn't die, he would fall into slumber again, not knowing how many epochs it would take to recover.
But today, being forced to fight desperately, he unexpectedly saw hope in breaking this damned realm.
