No matter how the Ghost Hands resisted, they were effortlessly subdued.
The brilliance of tens of thousands of sword beams converged, bursting forth like a supernova, penetrating even the deepest darkness with ease. The massive dark matter and dark energy crumbled and dissipated.
No matter how Xu Fu resisted, it was futile. He even tried to use the Ghost Hands in the black mist to form seals, attempting to temporarily construct alchemy to resist the erosion of the Heavenly Person Realm, but it was cut off by the sudden assault of sword light.
He tried to form seals, but his palms were torn apart.
He attempted to gather dark energy and dark matter, but the sweeping sword light struck with an overwhelming force, like breaking dry branches.
A punch that could easily collapse a mountain was as fragile as paper before the oncoming sword beams.
The woman in front of him only used one hand, effortlessly suppressing him.
Even the initial punch and palm strike were purely raw power.
