บท 1797: The Maleficent Records of the Infernal Court's Ten Clans

"Biting off more than you can chew!"

Tianmingzi stood at the heart of the Xuanwu phantom and ignored the oncoming Butcher.

The most powerful aspect of the Six-Mail Cloud Swallowing Formation was defense. How could a mere brute break it?

"Xuanwu Voidbreak," Tianmingzi said softly.

A series of dense light patterns appeared on the surface of the Xuanwu phantom, and immediately after, it lifted its foot that was as thick as a pillar and stomped on the Butcher.

Woosh!

The vegetation and gravel around the Butcher's body were all blasted away.

Not only did the Butcher not retreat, he instead laughed and stretched his hand out. A massive claw appeared and held onto the sole of the Xuanwu phantom's feet.

"How is that possible?"

The four Scions of Tianyuan in the Xuanwu phantom were all astonished.