Zhao Wujiang felt a surge in his heart.
From the moment he stepped into the sixth floor of the Demon Locking Tower, he noticed the scene of these phantoms running away.
These scenes are repeated over and over again, with the image being exactly the same every time.
But just now, the old man in the shadow no longer simply ran away with a worried expression. Instead, he glanced at him and seemed to have something to say.
This undoubtedly made him extremely uneasy. Did he see it wrong, was it a coincidence, or what happened?
When the scene that had been repeated countless times appeared again, not only him, but also the rest of the people present noticed the abnormality, and these scenes changed slightly.
"Look! Why have these scenes changed?"
"Oh my God, is this?"
"..."
Everyone on the sixth floor watched the change in the scene in surprise.
The shadows in the scene were still running away, but this time, everyone saw what they were avoiding.
Those are three giant hands in the gray sky.
The giant hand is so big that it can truly cover the sky and the sun.
Each of the three giant hands is different.
There are only three fingers on one hand, like eagle talons, and the fingers are gray-blue.
The other hand has six fingers, the fingers are pitch black, and the backs of the fingers have black and brown hair that is as lush as a mountain forest.
There is also a human hand with five fingers, slender and jade-white, like a woman's hand.
These three hands kept grabbing at the fleeing spirits of heaven and earth.
Every time he grabs it, he can grab land that is as large as several miles in radius. The sand, mud and rocks are rolling, and the creatures are wailing in the dust.
Especially the fleeing demon giants, whose size is much larger than other creatures, are as small as ants facing these three giant hands.
Everyone present could not hear the wailing and screaming sounds of these voices, but this scene made chill penetrate into everyone's hearts, making them seem to hear the piercing and desperate wailing.
What are these three giant hands?
Where do these fleeing creatures come from? Is it a secret world?
If it were a secret world, everyone might still be able to accept it.
But if this scene happened countless years ago in this vast world, it would be extremely difficult for everyone to accept it.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were solemn as he watched this scene, watching these escaping shadows pass through his body or the bodies of other geniuses present.
In fact, this scene was not unfamiliar to him, and it did not have such a powerful deterrent or frightening effect.
In the secret world where he was, if the Clay Bodhisattva or the Wolf God really wanted to personally kill the creatures in the world, they would be able to achieve such a shocking scene.
But in his perception, among these fleeing people, as well as the monster giant as big as a mountain, even after countless years and billions of miles of space, he felt an extremely tyrannical sense of oppression. .
In other words, these people who are much stronger than him all have at least the strength of the Venerable Realm, and even the existence of the Supreme Power.
But even such a group of strong people have no resistance at all when facing these three world-destroying hands, and they cannot have the slightest intention to resist.
This also means that the power of these three world-destroying hands has completely exceeded his imagination. It is not comparable to the strength that Clay Bodhisattva Yue Bufan and others can show in the secret world.
The difference between cloud and mud.
When everyone's minds are focused on the scene of these escaping shadows and the world-destroying master.
Zhao Wujiang once again saw the old man from before, still wearing coarse linen clothes and animal skins, holding a broken ancient xun in his hand.
The old man stumbled closer to him.
Once again, the old man looked sideways at him with a surprised expression.
Only this time, the old man didn't open his mouth to say anything, but ran directly towards him.
Zhao Wujiang took a step back involuntarily, and the old man suddenly grabbed his wrist.
The warm and tight feeling directly hit Zhao Wujiang's mind, and his heart exploded in an instant.
Isn't the old man a phantom? How did he hold me?
Zhao Wujiang wanted to struggle, but the old man's angry and anxious words came to his ears:
"Wujiang, why are you still here? Run away! Run away!"
