Lu Changsheng stood high in the air. 

At this point, no one dared to underestimate him any longer. The battle just now had been clear for all to see. He had just displayed the kind of power to destroy heaven and earth, just like a true demon god. The countless halls of the Sacred Land of Tai Cang below had been wiped away as though erased by some unstoppable force, leaving nothing but barren emptiness behind.

The Tai Cang Martial Saint's heart had gone completely cold. He had been clinging to a sliver of hope, however unrealistic it might have been. But now, even that slim hope was gone. With such a terrifying outer sky demon god present, no one here could do anything to stop whatever would unfold next. The Martial Saint himself was powerless before those entities from the outer sky. 

His fate was in their hands. 

"How many more Tai Cang Divine Stones...