Boom!
The Time Puppet Warrior swung its fist!
The era of literary ministers soared across the sky!
Two terrifying forces collided fiercely in the boundless starry sky, annihilating vast expanses of the void.
Time was traceless, and the intent of the fist was unparalleled, enough to sweep through a great world, effortlessly punching a giant hole in the prosperous era depicted by Hua Zu.
The immortal light dimmed, and the literary ministers fell.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At this moment, the light of the literary warriors within the painting blazed brightly.
One by one, the weapons of the literati broke through the void, carrying world-shocking power, landing on the Time Puppet Warrior and emitting a deafening sound, capable of destroying everything.
These weapons of the literati, though painted by Hua Zu,
contained power that was not at all weaker than eighth-level immortal weapons, as if they were real.
