The wrath of the three Domain Sovereigns erupted like a natural disaster, engulfing the world.
The surrounding space instantly became hostile.
Void rifts split open in every direction, jagged cracks in reality that could instantly shred anyone below the Immortal Realm into minced flesh. Multi-colored lightning tore through the sky while thunder rolled like collapsing mountains. Violent winds screamed through the palace like banshees, twisting the very air itself.
The entire scene looked like the end of the world.
An apocalypse seemed to be unfolding before Wang Chen's eyes.
Yet the changes in the surroundings were not what truly frightened him.
Wang Chen's heart felt as if it had been thrown into a freezing glacier.
Moving through space at mind-bending speed, his figure flickered across the battlefield as he used One Thought to Cross the World again and again.
As he moved, his gaze swept across the wrathful faces of the three Domain Sovereigns chasing him.
