Curse

The mental force seemed to turn into a corporeal energy wave as it shot over from a distance. Wherever it passed, stars shattered and ancient ships blew apart. Many remnants of the stars were destroyed as well, turning into nothing.

The terrifying power was mind-blowing; it was no weaker than that of a Chaotic Saint, and its spiritual level seemed to be higher!

Bu Fang's expression changed. He felt a sense of crisis from this mental force. A rumbling rang out in his spirit sea as the Artifact Spirits roared and formed the Four Quadrants Array in a flash.

The next moment, the horrible mental force approached, turned into a palm, and slapped at Bu Fang. The starry sky grew dark and seemed to be left with only this palm.

Bam!

Bu Fang's mental force formed a defense and blocked the palm like a shield. As the palm fell, the whole starry sky began to tremble. His face turned pale. It was a long time before the fluctuation of the mental force dissipated.