Although Xu Ling was already dead, the residual power was relentless, the force of the giant axe striking heavily on the earth.
Mountains crumbled, thousand-foot high majestic mountain ranges were split like tofu, the two halves collapsing thunderously, fragments like a meteor shower cast into the sky, dust spreading tens of thousands of miles.
The earth veins shattered, the ground cracked abruptly at the point of impact, creating an abyssal chasm, fissures like a ferocious giant serpent spread in all directions, spanning thousands of miles in an instant, black core magma erupted in the cracks, steaming with pungent sulfuric vapors.
Where the giant axe struck, debris fell like a torrential rain, each piece enveloped in residual Ancient Divine Power, creating countless deep pits on the ground.
A gale swept up the sky full of dust, covering the heavens and blocking out the sun, taking a long time to gradually settle.
