The palm mark was like a terrifying prison. No living creature could escape from it. They would be bound by it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Wherever the palm mark went, constellations would explode. It was unstoppable.
The second figure was holding a battle sword and practicing some kind of sword skill. A terrifying dark purple sword glow erupted from the battle sword. Divine and occult runes intertwined around it, giving off a terrifying power.
He slashed his sword out and tore the space apart, creating a pitch-black dimensional rift.
The instant the sword glow landed, the Nether God Statue appeared and seemed to have landed in this space.
There was a formidable warrior from the Light Universe at the spot where the sword glow landed. From the fluctuations it gave off, this was an eternal level martial warrior.
