Chapter 271

Yan Zhaoge raised his palm high above his head, then flipped it around, slamming downwards.

Great in scale, his movements were clumsy while heavy, not looking swift at all, instead seeming a little slow.

However, a strange, terrified feeling arose in the heart of Yan He before him, as though however he evaded or resisted, he would also not be able to escape from this palm of Yan Zhaoge's, his brain being blown to smithereens.

That feeling was as though all of heaven and earth lay within Yan Zhaoge's palm.

Accompanied by the flipping of Yan Zhaoge's palm, heaven and earth reversed, the heavens plummeting downwards from up above, with no way to escape, no way to resist, one only able to silently accept their impending death.

As this palm descended, from Yan He's perspective, Yan Zhaoge's entire person seemed much taller than he had previously been, resembling a descended divinity.