"Buzz—!"

In an instant, the eighth spirit ring under Qian Daoliu's feet lit up!

An energy even more terrifying, more concentrated, and filled with destructive power than before began to converge madly towards the left palm of the angel statue.

The sky darkened completely at that moment.

Neither the afterglow of the setting sun nor the city lights could rival the brilliance of that lit 100,000-year-old soul ring.

The entire world seemed to consist only of that golden statue of a god, and the divine punishment brewing in His palm, powerful enough to purify all the evil in the world!

"Eighth Soul Skill, Angelic Purification!"

On the ground, a seasoned titled Douluo with extensive knowledge exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with disbelief and horror.

This...this is Qian Daoliu's strongest single-target attack soul skill!

Legend has it that once this move is unleashed, everything turns to ash, and even space itself is distorted and collapsed by the extreme holy flames!

He's actually going to make a move! And when he does, it's a fatal blow!

"He's gone mad! He's really gone mad!"

"Run!!"

Those who had been speculating that it was all an act suddenly lost all color in their faces.

That earth-shattering aura was unmistakable; it was a truly deadly force!

All the traps, the acting, the price gouging... were thrown to the winds at this moment!

The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything!

However, it was too late.

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Qian Daoliu's mouth.

His voice was no longer a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth, but had transformed into a chilling death sentence, clearly reaching the ears of every powerful figure below:

"You scoundrel, prepare to die!"

The moment the words fell, the six-winged angel statue pressed its left hand down sharply!

A golden energy ball, condensed to its extreme and seemingly composed of pure light and fire, was released from his hand.

It made no sound, nor did it create any whistling wind.

It fell silently, yet with extreme speed.

The space along the way twists and wrinkles as fragilely as paper before it, and even burns with golden flames of nothingness.

Everyone's pupils were completely filled with that ever-enlarging "sun".

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

It's over.

This was the thought that arose in everyone's mind.

The Glazed Heaven is finished, Soto City is finished, and those who were caught in the crossfire are finished too.