"Haha!"
Amidst the raging battlefield, the Ancestor laughed aloud, overshadowing the sound of the galaxy's explosion, echoing across all realms.
He also understood the consequences of destroying the galaxy.
But what of it?
If the human race no longer exists, what does the presence of all realms mean to him?
The waters of the galaxy surged, a torrent of cosmic karma descended, divided into five parts, with fifty percent falling upon the humans, twenty percent on all clans, and the remaining thirty percent respectively on the Blood Moon Clan, Purple Lightning Clan, and Holy Heart Clan.
At the same time.
The immeasurable calamity force surged upward.
Piled upon the ninth heaven's cosmic dome, vast and boundless, revealing ominous signs.
Faintly, it had already begun to take the form of catastrophic calamity.
This discovery made the experts of the ninth heaven blanch, showing extreme terror.
Calamity!
This was perhaps the word all martial artists hated the most!
