Thunder burst forth.
It was not the loud bang of a collision, but the rumbling roar of a fearsome ape.
The palace of heaven shook, and tide-like waves of impact spread out from beneath the palm. Wherever it passed, all the giant spirits trembled, collapsing into silver-gray dust.
Zhangsun Jigui took a few steps back, his expression ashen, traces of blood seeping out from his nose and mouth.
Then, the ground of the palace of heaven collapsed. Streams of lava gathered into torrents, spewing out from the cracks. The lava was like torrential rains, spilling down in all directions.
Showering in the rain of lava, the fearsome ape smiled grotesquely and moved forward. The heavens and the earth roared as if all the maliciousness and violence in the world had been condensed in the scarlet pair of eyes.