Dimensionality Reduction Strike

The gigantic ghost hand grabbed towards the bottom, but the next moment, Yang Ling's rumbling voice resounded in the heavenly world.

"The Divine Race may keep their promises, but the premise is that you can survive."

"Netherworld Ghost Mother, you traverse the heavens, but today is the end."

"Whoosh!"

A very condensed laser shot out from the direction of Yang Ling, where the laser was located.