A deafening roar resounded, as if the entire space of the Middle Thousand Worlds trembled at that moment.
A deafening roar erupted, as if the entire world had been torn apart.
Immediately afterwards, the entire space began to tremble violently, as if it were being shaken violently by an irresistible force.
Countless cracks, like a spider web, spread through the surrounding space at an alarming speed, tearing the space to pieces in the blink of an eye.
That once incredibly solid space was now as fragile as glass, utterly vulnerable.
With the appearance of the last crack, the space finally could not withstand this terrifying energy and exploded, turning into countless spatial fragments that scattered like meteors.
In this breathtaking scene, Meng and Xihan were struck by the terrifying energy and sent flying backward like kites with broken strings.
After flying thousands of miles backward, Meng finally managed to regain his footing.
However, at this moment, his face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and his immortal spiritual power was completely exhausted in an instant, leaving his body extremely weak.
In contrast, Healy's situation was much more serious.
After flying tens of thousands of miles backward, he still couldn't stop himself, crashing into and shattering more than a dozen huge mountain ranges before finally coming to a stop.
At this moment, Xihan looked extremely disheveled, his face filled with fear and pain.
Immortal blood kept flowing from his mouth, as if it would never run out, staining his dark robes crimson.
Moreover, Xihan's body was covered with countless hideous and terrifying wounds, deep enough to expose the bone. These wounds crisscrossed and were shocking to behold.
As Xihan slowly flew out of the mountains, his body appeared unusually heavy, as if even flying through the void was extremely difficult for him.
It was clear that he was severely injured and unable to fight any longer.
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