Standing a hundred miles tall on two black flood dragons, the God's skin was black as coals. The air rang with his cold snort as his massive palm came crashing down, targeted at everyone. The palm compressed the air as it made its descent into a thick layer of white astral wind. Amidst a deep whistle, everyone felt a difficulty in breathing as the air around them had turned solid like steel.
Yu Mu raised his head and gave the God a glance, then bellowed, "Which Great Emperor's Ancient God are you? How dare you to intrude Great Yu's territory?"