章節 1787: In the Human World

There was only that single palm under the sky.

Zhou Wen looked up, but all he could see was the palm. It was as if everything in the world was enveloped by that slender hand.

It literally blotted out the sky with one hand, coming from beyond the heavens. Even the heavens seemed like a toy to be manhandled.

There was nowhere to hide, much less escape.

Even the audience could sense the unparalleled pressure from the palm through their television screen. It was as if it was a hand of heaven that could crush them like ants.

Zhou Wen was iron-willed. He suddenly swung his left hand and stabbed the Immortal Peril Sword into the ground, holding the hilt of the Immortal Culling Sword with both hands.

The two swords had their own characteristics and could unleash different abilities, but he now needed to gather all his strength for a desperate strike. He couldn't divert his strength anymore, so he could only give up on one sword and fight with one.