The overwhelming power of the Heaven's Threshold was thrown forth, obscuring the sky and sun.
The faces of the crowd changed dramatically.
Someone shouted, "Wang Qianjun, quickly retrieve the Sun Moon Wheel!"
Wang Qianjun was almost in tears, unable to maintain his composure.
He replied, "The Heaven's Threshold has lost control, I can't take it back!"
With a "boom" sound.
The massive Heaven's Threshold descended from the sky, causing people to scatter like ants from a broken nest.
The Heaven's Threshold was already mighty, and coupled with the force of the Pan Peach Tree, the impact was even stronger.
"Brother Xu, let's run," Wang Ya shouted at Xu Zimei, pulling him along.
"No rush," Xu Zimei shook his head and smiled.
"Does this mean their failure?
The quota for the Pan Peach Holy Meeting now belongs to me."
"At a time like this, you're still thinking about the quota," Wang Ya shouted.
Xu Zimei's eyes burst with a purple light.
