In an instant.
The palm seal, as vast as the sky, tinted with endless scarlet black akin to the Demon God's hand, descended closer to Su Chen. The ground beneath his feet had long been torn and sunken layer by layer.
Sizzle...
The plane where the Tianheng Holy Realm was located seemed to be crumbling under the weight, on the verge of bursting apart.
Amidst countless gazes filled with utter despair, Su Chen shook his head helplessly once more, seemingly confirming everyone's grievous speculation — Su Chen was also at the end of his rope, out of options, sitting and waiting for death.
However, just as this speculation appeared.
Su Chen's voice, bored yet helpless, suddenly rang out, like a piercing sound wave, resonating in the ears of every martial cultivator.
"Illusion Crystal, go!"
A plain and simple voice.
Yet it carried the brilliance of a blazing light in the dark night.
As soon as the voice fell...
