Within the void, Han Muye took a step forward, his blood essence and divine light surging, and the faint power of life and death converged upon him.
To face the power of an expert at the Creator Level, one could only use the power of the Creator.
Looking at the Power of Death that enveloped the military formation below, a three-foot-long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand, and then he slashed out with one sword.
The sword exuded strands of cyan-gray, and it was thick with the power of life and death on its edge.
As the sword edge fell, the beam of the Power of Death was directly torn apart.
As the power broke, the power of life and death of the Creator from the Yuan-jia Plane shook, seemingly imbalanced.
Their expression also became extremely solemn, and the life force from the outer layer of their body surged out.
"Courting death!"
A shout arose, and behind him the endless shattered planes collapsed bit by bit.
His power was clearly merged with the Yuan-jia Plane!