Chapter 1328 - Earth-Shaking Strike
Liu Wuxie's sudden yell stunned everyone. They couldn't explain it. A powerful energy seemed to awaken inside him, and no one knew the cause. The crowd called it a miracle that he endured this long against the Heavenly Primal Wheel—the wheel would have crushed any other Primal Origin cultivator on the spot.
When everyone returned to the spiritual array, the giants withdrew their hands, leaving the golden divine dragon to withstand the crushing Heavenly Primal Wheel alone.
Cracks rang out as the golden divine dragon collapsed into fragments. With it gone, the Heavenly Primal Wheel plunged even faster.
Fortunately, Vanya had prepared a spiritual array in advance. Without it, the pressure would have crushed the giants and elves—especially the giants, who already crouched with difficulty as the Heavenly Primal Wheel sank to just above their heads.
All of a sudden, Liu Wuxie clasped his hands. As his seals formed, space shook and a rumble rolled across the ninth level of the Netherworld. Many people stumbled and nearly fell face-first.
"What happened?" People stared at one another, unable to comprehend it.
"Does Liu Wuxie still have a trump card?" Anticipation rose as they watched. They didn't want a monstrous prodigy to die here. Even if he was going to perish, they wanted to see him bare his fangs. Yet he had done nothing until this moment.
Mo Hong's eyelid twitched with an ominous premonition, the same feeling he'd had when Liu Wuxie used a profound talisman to kill more than five hundred Grand Unity Sect disciples.
He couldn't tell what method Liu Wuxie planned to use to destroy the Heavenly Primal Wheel. The dread nearly drove him mad. His intuition rarely failed him, and the last time his sixth sense warned him, it saved him from the talisman's detonation.
In less than a thousandth of a breath, Liu Wuxie finished the seal. The sky dimmed as a black portion opened, and boundless darkness poured out, manifesting as shadowy figures that engulfed the Heavenly Primal Wheel.
"Quick, look at Liu Wuxie's forehead!" someone shouted. A slit opened on Liu Wuxie's forehead, and an eye appeared. The crowd gasped; those with timid hearts buckled at the knees. Among them, the ghost clan trembled.
"That's the Ghost Pupil! He actually cultivated the Ghost Pupil!" The ghost clan recoiled in horror. The Ghost Pupil was their nemesis, and even those with weaker cultivation broke apart under its suppression.