After the Holy Ruins collapsed, the battlefield moved to Eternal Heaven.

Ye Wuqing was punched away by the old man with the goatee. He raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, glanced left and right, and said, "Shall we change places?"

"Why do you need to change?" The old man with the goatee asked with a smile behind his hands.

Ye Wuqing frowned and said: "If we continue to fight, Eternal Heaven will be completely destroyed."

"So what? What does it have to do with me?" The old man with the goatee still looked nonchalant.

Hearing this, Ye Qingqing's heart sank.

Obviously, the other party doesn't care whether Eternal Heaven is destroyed.

Perhaps in the eyes of the old man with the goatee, the Eternal Sky is an ant nest, and the humans in the Eternal Sky are just little ants. As for Ye Qingwu, they are just stronger ants.

Do humans care if they accidentally collapse an ant nest while walking?

After saying that, the old man with the goatee grinned, raised his hand and slapped Ye Qingqing, "Let you see what the real power of creation is."

Following the movements of the old man with the goatee, a large space suddenly became violently distorted, and a terrifying and indescribable pressure swept across the world.

The next moment, a huge energy palm print appeared in the air, and it struck Ye Qingwu fiercely.

That energy palm print was not formed by the mighty power of the saint. Obviously, it was a more advanced energy form.

It is what the old man with the goatee calls "the power of creation".

At this moment, the old man with the goatee was a little more serious.
Chapter completed!