Chapter 458

A huge hand reached out from the rift in the sky, fumbling around just like someone picking eggs out of a bird's nest. "Attack! Don't let the whole arm come through!" Faermo ordered the numerous God Sovereigns behind him as they began their assault. Countless battle techniques struck the giant hand, producing nothing more than ripples like raindrops hitting a solid rock, completely failing to shake it. Some of the mages' techniques disintegrated and vanished before they even reached the halfway point of the arm. The formless aura emanating from the hand made the magic unleashed by those High Divine Venerables look utterly ridiculous—much like a child trying to spray water at an elephant with a toy water gun, not even drawing a single glance from the beast.