The altar shook, murderous aura erupted, sweeping through all directions like a hurricane, turning all the vegetation and boulders around it into dust.
This created an invisible domain that destroyed everything in the first instant!
The three powerhouses turned pale, their bodies and minds trembling, struggling to escape, but they never managed to break free.
Their instincts and perception were sharp, and they could truly feel that the eye had locked onto them, smeared with blood, not knowing how many tens of thousands of years it had existed, yet it had not dried up.
"Not good!" shrieked a powerhouse from the Netherworld.
Behind them, it was no longer just an issue with the domain. On the altar, dark light boiled over, and black ripples spread out, seemingly gentle, yet more terrifying than the Immortal Sword.
Nothing could stop the path of the ripples. Boulders and mountains were neatly sliced in half, everything touched by it turned to ash.
"No, don't!"