Space
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Get out of the way!"
In an instant, Fang Heng's vision cleared, and he pushed his mental strength to the limit, letting out a powerful shout.
The old man's expression turned serious as he quickly formed seals with his hands, gathering runes before him.
A multitude of inscriptions surged through the air toward Fang Heng.
"Suppression!"
Just as Fang Heng was about to counterattack, his pupils constricted, and he suddenly felt the ground give way beneath him, causing his body to uncontrollably plummet downward!
A black hole opened in the floor of the Starry Hall.
As Fang Heng fell into the black hole, it rapidly sealed itself again.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The Starry Hall returned to its original state.
The old man halted his runic formations and looked down at the ground, a grave expression in his eyes.
An Occult Union cultivator approached and whispered, "Elder, that Death God just now..."