Zhang Huajin looked up at the firmament, his expression flickering uncertainly.
Many of the Holy Court's Great Emperors had already been sucked into the whirlpool.
These were Great Emperors, invincible existences outside.
But now they were swallowed by the whirlpool without even a sound.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Zhang Huajin snorted coldly and said, "Then let's call upon the Immortal Talisman."
He extended his right hand, and a powerful force gathered in his palm.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, and two beams of golden light shot out, immediately reflecting on his palm.
Soon, the power in his palm began to twist and change, eventually forming the shape of a rune.
This rune was very strange, the symbols on it incomprehensible, curved like tadpole script.
But at the moment the Immortal Talisman appeared, this world was completely suppressed.
"Annihilation," Zhang Huajin uttered just two words and threw the Immortal Talisman out.
