What does An Lan intend to take away? This is the question on everyone’s mind!
In the past, foreign cultivators once stormed the gates, shouting about searching for something, yet no one ever discovered what it truly was.
This time, is An Lan aiming to seize that very object?
This is an event of cosmic significance!
It demands deep contemplation and vigilance from all—what could it be that drives even an Immortal King to mobilize such overwhelming force, even to the point of risking everything at this critical juncture?
An overwhelming aura of devastation surges forth, as if heaven and earth are about to shatter, the void melting under the might of the Immortal King. Who could possibly stand against him?
An Lan’s colossal hand blots out the sky, enveloping the firmament. Yet, it is corroded by the crimson abyss, revealing ghastly white bones—a terrifying sight.
**Boom!**
The deafening impact shakes the hearts of all, from the mightiest cultivators to ordinary children, trembling in fear, their souls quivering as if their bodies and spirits are on the verge of annihilation.
The skeletal hand is so vast that even stars pale in comparison, insignificant before its might. With a single grasp, it tears away the city gate tower!
One must understand—this Imperial Pass has stood for countless ages, built from the remnants of countless stars, an indestructible fortress. Yet now, it cannot withstand a single strike from An Lan.
The gate tower is ripped apart, and the defenders stationed there—including powerful commanders—are obliterated before they can even scream.
A tragedy unfolds. Tens of thousands of cultivators perish in an instant, their bodies reduced to nothing but drifting blood mist amidst the shattered stones and burning celestial debris.
“Ah—!”
From the distant walls, countless voices roar in anguish, eyes bloodshot with grief. Their brothers, fathers, comrades—all have perished in an instant.
**Boom!**
The Imperial Pass erupts in radiant light, its ancient runes flaring to life, shielding the inner city and the remaining walls.
In truth, had these defenses not activated in that critical moment, every living being within the city would have perished.
For the mere aura of an Immortal King is enough to annihilate all life!
In that fleeting instant, tens of thousands died—not from the hand’s direct strike, but from the overwhelming pressure of its descent.
Such is the terror of An Lan. Even with his flesh corroded away, leaving only bone, his power remains supreme.
The leaders of the Imperial Pass watch in helpless fury, their own section of the wall cracking under the strain, nearly collapsing.
The pass burns with raging flames—its ultimate defense awakened. Only in the direst hour does this power emerge, signaling that the end is near.
Should the pass fall, it would mean the annihilation of an era.
The end of an epoch!
All tremble in fear. How can an Immortal King be so overwhelmingly powerful? A single strike threatens to shatter the Imperial Pass!
The gap is insurmountable. Should an Immortal King descend, none in this world could oppose him!
Shi Hao does not retreat. He has already acted, striking with all his might.
Yet his borrowed power wanes, and despite his desperate efforts, he cannot prevent the tragedy.
For from the foreign lands, several more overwhelming auras surge forth—more Immortal Kings, striking without mercy!
Yu Tuo’s massive hand reaches out, blocking Shi Hao’s advance.
Like An Lan, Yu Tuo’s arm is ravaged by the crimson abyss, flesh torn and bones exposed. Yet he sacrifices everything to stall Shi Hao, buying time for An Lan.
At the same time, several divine decrees tear free from the blood-red sea, surging toward Shi Hao with the full might of the Immortal Kings.
Even with his unparalleled prowess, Shi Hao is overwhelmed, besieged and unable to stop An Lan in time.
With a furious roar, Shi Hao fights back. Beside him, a towering figure wielding a nine-layered pagoda joins the assault, striking at Yu Tuo and resisting the decrees.
Meanwhile, another figure, crowned by an ancient cauldron, charges toward An Lan’s skeletal hand, seeking to sever it.
**Boom!**
Yet the decrees erupt with blinding radiance, their supreme ancestral arts severing time and space, blocking the path and securing An Lan’s crucial moment.
The heavens quake as Shi Hao fights desperately.
But the borrowed power fades, and he can only watch helplessly as An Lan breaches the pass. Shi Hao’s eyes nearly burst from fury, blood seeping from their corners.
**”Boom!”**
The Imperial Pass crumbles.
The gate tower is obliterated, dust and shattered stones filling the sky as the skeletal hand smashes through.
The pass burns with divine runes, its immortal formations straining to protect the city.
At least the remaining defenders survive—though those at the gate are annihilated, the inner city is spared.
Yet should the barriers crack even slightly, a single wisp of the Immortal King’s aura would slaughter all within.
A mere breath could crush all life!
But the skeletal hand does not linger. Time is short—the crimson abyss and its chaotic laws erode the Immortal Kings.
An Lan has no time to waste. His hand tears through the pass, leaving a scar in the hearts of all who witness it, a wound that will never heal.
Before that skeletal hand, even stars are but dust.
With a thunderous crash, it pierces through the opposite gate tower, shattering it effortlessly.
The Imperial Pass, forged from fallen stars, towering to the heavens, is reduced to rubble before the hand’s might.
The only mercy is that the hand passes overhead, avoiding the activated formations below. A true clash would have slaughtered countless.
Perhaps the entire pass would have been reduced to ruins, all life extinguished in an instant!
“Ah—!”
The defenders wail in despair.
Another ten thousand perish as the skeletal hand’s aura crushes them to bloody mist.
The Immortal King is unstoppable. None can oppose him.
In this moment, all hope fades. Fear grips every heart. How can they resist such power?
Only now do the people realize how extraordinary Shi Hao truly is—to have once pursued such a monstrous being as An Lan.
A pity that Yu Tuo and the others have blocked him now.
The Immortal King is peerless. With his hand now breaching the pass, what horrors will he unleash? Will he slaughter all in this realm?
The white skeletal hand surges onward, crossing vast wastelands, soaring over mountains and rivers, heading straight for the Three Thousand Provinces!
This is a cataclysmic event!
The distance spans billions of miles, yet the hand crosses it in an instant, shaking the heavens.
On this day, the Three Thousand Provinces tremble as if facing doomsday. Every living being shudders under the oppressive aura.
And yet, the skeletal hand is still billions of miles away—such is its terrifying might!
Each province spans millions, even billions of miles, vast beyond measure.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are not mere stars, but shattered remnants of a once-great world, floating continents in the cosmos.
Now, the Three Thousand Provinces quake violently.
The skeletal hand descends from the heavens, looming over one province.
**Boom!**
Disaster strikes.
The hand’s unrestrained aura alone causes the land to collapse—mountains crumble, rivers boil, and the earth splits asunder.
“Ah—!”
Countless beings scream in terror, but there is no escape.
The mere passage of the hand, its natural aura, annihilates all life in the province.
**Boom!**
The entire province sinks into ruin, blood mist rising as every living thing perishes.
Such is the despair it brings.
Where the white skeletal hand passes, all life withers. It blots out the sky, spanning billions of miles, extinguishing existence with its mere presence.
This is the unstoppable might of an Immortal King!
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