Outside the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, the battle above the sky slowly came to a halt.
The armies assembled in the Desolate Wilderness took a firm position, with countless sword arrays and armies of divine beasts waiting like a tide outside the Heavenly Palace.
Han Muye stepped into the Heavenly Palace alone.
"If Senior Brother Han suffers the slightest mishap, my Desolate Wilderness army will surely break through the Heavenly Palace, leaving not a single tile intact!" Zhu Rong stood before the army, his complexion solemn, as he shouted loudly.
Huang Zhihu did not speak, but his body was wrapped in swirling sword light, with a towering three-foot-long sword materializing.
This sword light was not sharp, but it could connect with all the sword arrays.
Contained but unreleased, should this sword be swung, heaven and earth would surely shatter.