The aura of destruction had yet to dissipate from around Black Almighty, and the Black Storm still enveloped the sky. The Will of Destruction circled, and the Almighty Divine Swords danced around. Every shard of air felt like a Black Sword of Destruction, and probably even those who had gone through the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path would turn into ashes if struck by the sword.
For a demigod like Black Almighty, the Way they wielded was an independent power within the Great Way and belonged to them only.
Yet Di Hao seemed to not be in the least daunted. Divine light encircled his person, and he headed toward the clouds. He landed on the upper skies and stood facing Black Almighty. Feeling the terrifying aura, he used his will, and immediately an immensely dazzling scene appeared around him. It was a small world, and it was shining brightly.