C899 Tianyin
"Bam!"
With a dull thud, the tyrannical claw of the Heavenly Roc God was completely obliterated!
Under the sky, Qin Yi's clothes flapped loudly, and with one finger, he firmly pressed against Heavenly Roc God's mountain-like claws!
"He blocked it?"
Martial Cultivator within the Desolation City looked up, and all of them were flabbergasted.
This was a scene they did not expect at all!
For thousands of years, gods had sat high above the clouds, overlooking the world!
The power of the deities was incomparably vast, enough to overturn rivers and topple mountains!
The Human Clan Martial Cultivator could only crouch down humbly under this powerful force!
Today, two people had broken this legend.
First, there was the Great Emperor Xuan Ye who went against the gods, using his body to fight against the sky, and then using his strength to fight the Heavenly Roc God!
After that, there was Qin Yi, who had a mortal body, comparable to a god, and was equal in beauty with the Heavenly Roc God!
"No, impossible!"
The light in the Heavenly Roc God's eyes deepened as he became extremely shocked.
Of course, he knew best how powerful this claw of his was.
It was not impossible for one claw to flatten the Desolation City to the ground!
However, this claw that was ninety percent certain was actually blocked by Qin Yi!
In his perception, Qin Yi was obviously just a third level Heaven Realm Martial Cultivator!
How could Qin Yi block this claw!
"Human Clan, this god is going to devour you!"
The Heavenly Roc God roared, the aura of an ancient fierce bird appearing out of nowhere and rippling outwards.
"Screech!"
With a caw, Heavenly Roc God opened his mouth and a terrifying suction force that was like a hurricane suddenly came out from within.
"Crash!"
As the wind and clouds surged, all of the nature's spirit energy within a hundred miles was instantly sucked into the Heavenly Roc God's mouth.
An unimaginable suction force enveloped the entire Desolation City, as if it wanted to swallow the entire Desolation City whole!
The vicious bird screeched, swallowing the heavens in one go!
Ah ah ah ah!
Countless of Martial Cultivator's feet were unsteady, they were sucked towards the ground by the suction force, moving towards the Heavenly Roc God.
"No, no!"
"Let me go, I don't want to die!"1
"I beg you, Heavenly Roc God, please let us go!"
Countless Martial Cultivator wailed miserably, wanting to beg Heavenly Roc God to let them go.
However, the Heavenly Roc God turned a deaf ear to him as her jade eyes turned ice-cold and emotionless.
"Foolish mortal, before this god, you will not be able to escape death!"
The voice of the Heavenly Roc God resounded throughout the world.
A monstrous suction force descended onto Qin Yi's body, pulling him away from the ground.
Even so, Qin Yi still maintained a calm expression, and even had a faintly discernable smile hanging on his face.
When Heavenly Roc God saw this, he could not help but be enraged!
How dare a lowly ant reveal such a posture before the power of a god?
He was just a tiny human. How could he be so relaxed when death was at hand?
"Die for this god!"
The voice of the Heavenly Roc God grew louder and louder, full of anger.
Boom!
The golden feathers on the Heavenly Roc God released a horrendous Divine Splendor.
The suction force in his mouth also increased sharply, like a whale sucking water; it looked like it was about to swallow countless Martial Cultivator of Desolation City in one gulp!
"Subdue!"
Just at this time, Qin Yi suddenly laughed, and released a divine sound.
"Buzz!"
In the next moment, the surrounding space froze. It was as if space itself had been frozen!
The incomparably violent suction suddenly stopped!
Countless profound practitioners were frozen in midair!
The entire area within a hundred kilometer radius around the Heavenly Roc God had been frozen solid. No matter how hard the Heavenly Roc God tried to mobilize his demonic essence, he was unable to react in the slightest.
Qin Yi's body stood in mid air, like a needle that could freeze the sea, suppressing everything!
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