In the Fifth War Zone, over a hundred thousand people were gathered near the volcano.
Every single one of them stared with wide eyes, shock written all over their faces. The image of Jiang Chen hurling a thousand mountains replayed endlessly in their minds.
With a casual wave, entire mountain peaks had shot out like cannonballs.
In his hands, the towering, heavy mountains were like mere toys. He handled them as if they were weightless—a feat worthy of a Divine Spirit, terrifying and horrifying to behold.
"I-Is he really in the Emperor Realm?"
"Hurling a thousand mountains, slaying the Killing King with his sword... These must be the powers of a Divine Spirit, right?"
"Absolutely terrifying!"
Countless experts cried out in shock, gasping audibly.
