The Chaotic Cloud Sea surged, churning like boiling water.
In this chaotic void, a giant hand that blotted out the sky slowly descended, Dao Patterns swirling in its palm, as if it embodied the weight of the entire starry sky.
The Evil God struggled desperately, black qi erupted from his body like a tangible substance, transforming into a colossal demonic shadow roaring to the heavens.
The fists of the demonic shadow struck out, intending to shatter the descending hand.
But it was to no avail; the hand's descent showed no signs of slowing, instead growing heavier due to the demonic shadow's resistance.
The hand descended, clasping the opponent like a chick caught by the claws.
The enormous demonic shadow, towering over ten thousand feet, was as fragile as paper before the hand, instantly disintegrating.
The true form of the Evil God was firmly trapped in the palm, unable even to twitch.
