Boom, boom, boom!
A series of colossal blasts erupted mid-air, dazzling like fireworks, casting splendid radiance.
Everyone gazed at Yang Zhen in the sky, their minds buzzing.
It was unclear whether they were shocked by the terrifying waves released by the apocalypse's divine retribution or frightened by Yang Zhen's punch that shattered all fears of annihilation.
At that moment, they dared not inquire; following along and looking up was all they could do.
Especially Emperor Aotian, as he pointed at Yang Zhen and looked around. However, everyone was staring up, stunned, none inclined to interact with him.
So Emperor Aotian turned his gaze back to Yang Zhen in the sky.
Faced with thousands of Yang Zhens, Emperor Aotian didn't know which to focus on, and he simply chose one to stare at.
Too crazy, this was absolutely insane.
Thousands of apocalyptic divine retributions, if they fell on Tri-Floral Sanctuary, the Sanctuary would be almost gone.
