After the words fell, Zhang Jian raised his hand, his eyes coldly scanning a certain spot in the void.
With a wave of his hand, countless interwoven Yin Yang Divine Lights in the depths of the void seemed to turn into blades, like enormous arc blades, slicing through the distance in the void.
Only to see a large area of void wreckage islands collapse, with a formless Anomalous Power fiercely slashing towards a streak of Demonic Qi within.
Bang!!
A violent collision sound ensued, revealing a dark demonic light, inside which a phantom figure was almost effortlessly torn apart by the blades.
This unidentified Demonic Primordial Spirit powerhouse was instantly scattered, his soul destroyed.
Zhang Jian's gaze then turned to another spot in the void, where a powerful demon god shrouded in majestic Demon Qi transformed into a blazing electric light, frantically fleeing into the void.
A thread of intense coldness emanated from his eyes.
