The scene was undoubtedly shocking.
Thousands of people had joined forces to create an Array, yet it was crushed with a single stomp.
These thousands of people were blown away, tumbling over each other, creating utter chaos.
"How...how powerful!"
Those present had forgotten to shout, forgotten to curse, even forgotten their expressions—shocked were their faces.
They had considered that Taichu might be strong, but could this level of power be too absurd?
The carefully prepared thousand-man Array of the Divine Profound Dynasty, was it really so fragile?
"How is this possible, you..."
Wu Zhong, from the peak of Cloud Summit, was even more terrified, looking at the man in the black robe as if he were a demon.
"Is this all you have?" the man in the black robe landed steadily, his majesty unequaled, yet his tone was chilly to the extreme.
"If this is all you have, then you are unlikely to remain emperor today!"
