The very foundation of this world was wailing.
"Crack! Crack!"
The sound of the void shattering was incessant, as if a gigantic pair of hands were tearing this world apart.
Where the Wolf Fang Club passed, the Great Taoist Rule was like a fragile spider web, snapping in an instant, dissolving into countless points of light and dissipating.
Countless stars were extinguished one by one, falling and crumbling into dust.
"Boom!"
All of this seemed to take a long time, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.
Before the club even arrived, the storm-like force of the swing surged forward like a tidal wave.
Jiang Hui's hair was disheveled, his figure standing firm in the starry sky, immovable. The imperial robe fluttered within the gale of the swing, the cloak ripping and flapping like a solitary boat struggling against monstrous waves.
It wasn't that he didn't want to act.
