Beneath the Immortal Seal, space was compressed to its absolute limit, trembling and on the verge of shattering.
The ground collapsed, with surging blasts of energy at the edges forcibly crushed and leaking outward.
The seven Divine Weapons had become so illusory they were barely discernible to the naked eye, yet their power multiplied, their deadly gleam fully unleashed.
Even from afar, Xu Yang felt as if he were sinking into a mire, chilled to the bone.
Even a purified body struggled to withstand it!
His Immortal Essence flowed with great difficulty.
At this moment, Yang Tong wielded the Immortal Seal as if invincible.
To him, this battle was already over.
Boom!
Crash!
The Immortal Seal slammed down, immortal light bursting forth, inundating everything.
In the blink of an eye, Xu Yang abruptly closed his eyes, the four Daluo Sabers in his hands trembling minutely.
"Wind!"
He whispered softly.
