"Epochal Cataclysm!"
Lin Feng's expression changed. The worst thing had still happened. Chiliocosm Sovereign Nebula had triggered the Epochal Cataclysm in advance, and it was the sixth Epochal Cataclysm.
The mighty Epochal Cataclysm destroyed everything like a tornado. On the other hand, Chiliocosm Sovereign Nebula threw his head back and roared. He even deliberately guided this cataclysmic power to spread around, not caring at all about the collapse of his internal small chiliocosm.
Lin Feng sensed it immediately. The Epochal Cataclysm had erupted, and the pressure on his River of Spacetime had increased exponentially. Although the River of Spacetime could also withstand it, Lin Feng's small chiliocosm could not.
He had a feeling that once he tried to resist it head-on, the small chiliocosm would probably collapse in an instant.
"Retreat!"