Inside the Yu Clan's heaven and earth.
Mountains crumbled, the earth was scarred, the air was filled with rolling dust and smoke, as if it were the end of times.
The Thousand-Zhang Golden Buddha hovered in the sky, its aura still domineering, but its Golden Body had lost an arm, and was full of pits and dents, with traces of halberd slashes and the imprints of punches and kicks, leaving one unable to imagine the fierce battle it had endured.
In front of him stood Fang Wang, proud and unyielding against the firmament, his black clothes torn, yet seeming even more ferocious.
In the distance, his followers were battling with the cultivators of the Yu Clan, and explosions occurred spectacularly across the skyline from time to time.
On the desolate and chaotic ruins of the land below, lay many Buddha cultivators and Yu Clan cultivators, most of them dead, and even those still alive had lost their ability to fight.
They all looked up at Fang Wang in the sky with fear and despair.