Whew...
A breeze sweeps away the filth, turbid air lightly expels.
Luo Chen stepped out from Mogan Mountain, suddenly feeling like a bird taking to the blue sky, a fish diving into the vast sea.
That oppressive feeling completely dissipated.
Now, looking back.
Within his Spirit Vision, he could vaguely see two blood seas of similar hue clashing against each other. The monstrous waves stirred up by their fierce battle completely shattered the remaining small islands of Lengguang.
For Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators who can control Heaven and Earth Qi, fighting with unrestrained abandon unleashes destructiveness of this magnitude.
At the least, mountains are toppled, at the worst, islands are submerged.
It was like Luo Chen's Qingyang Great Handprint with the Slave Spirit Mark infused, if uncontrolled, its power would grow like a snowball, breaking a city with one slap is not an exaggeration.
