Chapter 62: False Immortal Palmstrike 2

Bai Chen stared at Lin Yuan blankly. For several breaths, the young man seemed to have forgotten how to speak. His face was still pale, and his legs remained weak beneath him despite the fact that Lin Yuan had already withdrawn the spell.

He then slowly turned his head toward the distant mountain, expecting to see a cratered ruin or a it shattered into debris.

But the sky had returned to its normal state. The swirling clouds had settled, the terrifying torn void had completely disappeared, and the distant mountain peak still stood as though nothing had happened.

Yet Bai Chen knew exactly what he had just witnessed.

He had seen Heaven descend.

Or at least, that was what his instincts told him. The sheer weight of the palm was burned so deeply into his mind that he felt he would see it every time he closed his eyes.