Rumble!!
A nine-colored giant hand seemed to grasp the heavens and the earth, enveloping the entire Three Saints Palace.
Shi Rui was in the void, witnessing this with his own eyes, unable to help but feel dazzled and lost.
As a 'mortal,' he wasn't particularly shocked by Zhang Jian's slaying of two great Demon Generals and capturing many Demon Gods.
But the scene before him left him awed as if a celestial being.
Moving mountains and overturning seas, carrying mountains and chasing the moon, seemed all within his palm.
In an instant, the ground beneath Three Saints Palace cracked open to a depth of several thousand feet.
A black, swirling giant hole appeared.
And a palace-like island was instantly swept up and vanished by the nine-colored divine light.
"Good disciple, let's go trouble that Demon Monarch!"
Zhang Jian was in high spirits at this moment, taking Shi Rui with him, soaring into the sky with the nine-colored divine light.
