Old Han also anticipated this, his eyes suddenly sharp, with anger radiating as the Black Tower spun layer by layer, like a sword drawn from its sheath, piercing a hole through the Emperor Realm!
On the Black Tower, patches of rust flaked off, and the sealed power of the Emperor's Weapon, though it was only a remnant, burst forth with boundless radiance, cutting a path.
The aura of Old Han himself surged to a peak instantly and seemed to continue climbing as though briefly surpassing a certain limit.
For the first time, a trace of coldness appeared in the Supreme's serene eyes.
Just as the two forces were about to clash again, suddenly, an immense power emerged in the heavens and earth, carrying the aura of primitive, ancient, desolate, and chaotic times.
It seemed to have traveled from ancient times, through countless space-time, carrying a sense of age and simplicity, yet majestic and grand.
