บท 1564: Disseminate God power

Tahm of the Heavenly Craftsmen Clan was bleeding hard. The veins of his torn arm looked like wiggling worms, which made people numb.

Standing on the edge of the volcano's mouth, the flame covered Tahm as well. The members of the Heavenly Craftsmen Clan stood and watched Tahm from a distance, feeling quite edgy.

They weren't sure if Tahm had destroyed the secret formation or not.

The giant battleships hovered like a school of savage sharks. The four experts wore a cold, heartless face while the soul altars were emerging. It was someone using a soul technique to maintain some formation to subdue people's souls.

The members of the Heavenly Craftsmen Clan felt a great fear as if a mountain was placed on their soul, which tied them down to where they were standing. They were sure that the members of the four clans had taken action in the dark. As long as Tahm failed or didn't cooperate, what was awaiting them was a bloody and savage end.