The dark mist was dense, and the eerie wind howled.
The passage to the mortal world shone with blinding white light as Zhang Kui suddenly leaped out. In the next moment, his figure flashed swiftly, dodging a strand of the seven-colored immortal light that followed closely behind.
Boom!
The earth trembled, and flying sand and stones scattered about.
After the sky was covered with dust, Zhang Kui waved his large sleeve to disperse the smoke and dust, staring ahead with full apprehension in his eyes.
In front, a waterfall-like fissure stretched for several kilometers, appearing as glass for a moment before rapidly shattering into countless sharp fragments.
Of course, he could also cause such tremendous destruction, but it should be noted this was merely a remnant wave of that immortal ship's seven-colored immortal light!
