At this time, no one dared to approach Yang Zhen. Everyone present, to a greater or lesser extent, had done things that defied the natural order, and they would normally make full preparations with utmost caution even for a simple tribulation. Now, with such a terrifying divine punishment, who would dare to rashly step forward?
Even the likes of Demon Five and Feng Wuya, powerful beings at the Celestial Phase, did not dare to easily touch this kind of divine punishment. Once tainted, it meant endless trouble. Better to avoid extra trouble, especially since not a single person present believed that Yang Zhen could survive.
In mid-air, Yang Zhen was covered in blood, yet the expression on his face became increasingly calm. Alone with his sword, he boldly confronted the colossal hand of divine punishment.