All the power began to brew.
Above Xu Zimei's head, a black aura was continuously swirling, eventually forming the shape of a fruit.
This darkness was still continuously condensing.
At this moment, endless Rule Power was drawn from the Divine Continent, converging like a torrent.
Within these forces, there were swords, knives, and the essence of myriad weapons.
There were fists, feet, and countless unintended forms.
There were darkness, light, immortality, corrosion, and various attribute rules.
In short, this Silent Annihilation Taoist Fruit was like a grand furnace, where all power gathered.
And the power of annihilation was becoming increasingly formidable.
Even the surrounding void could not withstand it, as if it wanted to shatter.
The Taoist Fruit was still continuously condensing.
Its might enveloped the True Martial Mountain.
The strong ones originally cultivating in the mountain were all compelled to emerge.
