Direct Recycle?

The moment everyone disappeared, dark golden flames condensed into two thick pillars of fire that spat out from Wu Zhiqi's eyes.

Wherever the flames passed, the palaces below instantly turned to ashes.

On the ground, two deep pits were plowed by the flames, spreading from the palace to the outside of the Imperial City.

In the Divine Power World.

Before those cultivators could understand what had happened, they saw themselves being pulled into a blood-colored hell.

The terrifying scene of the blood-like sky and white bones everywhere immediately frightened them until endless cold air surged from the bottom of their hearts.

"Gong Ziliang, why did you pull me into your Divine Power World?"

"Let me… go. Otherwise, I-we'll destroy you…"

A Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator from a high-grade sect originally wanted to ask Gong Ziliang to let him out.