The vast Seed Realm was filled with the slowly rising gigantic fireball.
The dazzling light was even comparable to the sun, the intense heat enough to vaporize steel, and the strong wind blew the black soil from extremely far away like destruction.
The fluctuations radiating from the huge fireball even caused many unripe world seeds to start withering.
This power seemed to carry an extremely fierce aggression and destructiveness that was omnipresent, eternal, and undecaying. Even if the fireball vanished, its fluctuations would still linger in the void.
"What is that?"
The Master of the Dark Prison widened his eyes, deeply shocked by the apocalyptic scene before him.
With Zhoudao's cultivation, it shouldn't have been possible for him to trigger such a destructive fluctuation.
Under this power, even Dragon Gate realm experts couldn't possibly survive.
"Damn it, who the hell is responsible for this?"