At this moment, the world was silent.
Those who were watching had long retreated to a distant place, gazing at the scene from afar, gasping in shock.
This strike was so shocking to watch that God knows how painful it was for those inside the Golden Gongs.
"Whoosh!"
Soon, Qin Chuan swung his right hand, and the two pieces of Golden Gongs separated, shrinking rapidly back into his body.
In the sky, hundreds of bloody figures appeared, falling like dead meat.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
These already shattered bodies hit the ground and disintegrated, transforming into streams of blood.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
Golden Primordial Spirits separated from the pulp, like shadows rising from the ground.
But these Primordial Spirits showed expressions of agony, their eyes hollow, shaking violently before exploding.
Souls shattered and scattered!
At this moment, the blood of these powerful beings rapidly evaporated and expanded in the air, forming a massive blood lake.
