Yan Zhaoge carried the coffin of ice on his shoulder, as he proceeded forward.
Above his head, the Clear Qi Grand Formation circulated vigorously; its, grand, endless power descending and bolstering him.
Yan Zhaoge closed his fingers together, palm forming a sabre, hacking downwards.
As radiance flickered, countless spirit talismans agglomerated to form a massive formation, resembling a condensed version of the Clear Qi Grand Formation.
The grand formation became the blade of the sabre, sweeping across domineeringly as he progressed forward, slaying a great amount of Decimating Abyss martial practitioners!
A crevice opened in the foreign dimension overhead, a terrifying air of destruction leaking out from within.
Raising his head and gazing into the horizon, Yan Zhaoge raised his left hand, spreading his fingers apart, palm directly facing the sky above Broad Creed Mountain.
The next moment, Yan Zhaoge's fingers furled as he clenched his hand into a fist.