The fishing rod suddenly became extremely bent, and the fisherman's face showed a look of exertion.
The three paths' powers seemed to be his full force.
Above Heaven and Earth, the Sea of Thunder flowed slowly in the sky.
The ground above slowly melted, turning into viscous magma.
The tornado storm filled the entire space, the terrifying gusts of wind able to tear through the space.
The swirling magma thunder liquid, like sharp swords, filled the space.
Every trace of the power could instantaneously kill cultivators in the Path Spirit Realm; this was the surpassing strength of the Realm of Holy Spirit.
"Such a suffocating Pinnacle Force! This shouldn't be something you could possess at this stage; truly deserving of the favor of Dawn Frost."
The fisherman showed an honest smile.
Even for regular cultivators with the Power of the Waking Summit, his magnitude Pinnacle Force could easily turn them into minced meat.
