"Boom!!"
An endless expanse of purple lightning spread across, instantly dyeing the sky a magnificent violet. Wherever the thunder passed, the Demon Clan was reduced to ashes in a blink of an eye. The once seemingly invincible Heavenly Demon Tide, from the perspective of those disciples, was annihilated in an instant. This sudden change nearly dropped their jaws.
After Zhang Xiaoman annihilated all the Heavenly Demons with one strike, he didn't stop. He then raised his hand and pointed at the rift in the sky, using the Essence Gathering Technique to repair it instantly.
"Tsk tsk, kid, you're quite smooth with the Essence Gathering Technique now. Back then, you struggled even with mending mere mortal foul air. Who would've thought that just thirty years later, you could use it to repair spatial rifts."
