Chapter 1074 This is not a miracle, it was he who took action!

This statue of Dharma was suspended above the nine heavens, and the golden light flowing around it almost tore the clouds apart. Every wisp of dissipated breath was like a huge rock pressing on the heart.

Han Ping, the powerful Hunyuan Divine Emperor, felt as if all his limbs and bones were grasped by an invisible force, and even breathing was painful like shattering glass!

This is not just terrifying, it is clearly a destructive force that can crush the entire world into dust!

The giant finger that fell from the sky had a lapis lazuli light flowing through its knuckles. Wherever it passed, even the air was burned with a sizzling sound, turning into twisted heat waves!

Han Ping watched helplessly as several powerful sea creatures around him tried to use their own magical weapons to resist, but those weapons that could normally turn the world upside down shattered like paper under the giant finger, and their owners' bodies were crushed into a bloody mist.

He clenched his fists violently, his nails digging deep into his palms - in the face of such power, people like them were no better than ants!

As his eyes swept across the turbulent sea, Han Ping felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head!

The soldiers of the Blue Water Nation who were just roaring and slaughtering the sea people were now like ants being squeezed by an invisible hand, disappearing in large numbers under the shadow of the giant finger.

This is not a battle, it is clearly a one-sided massacre!

He could even imagine that within a stick of incense, all the creatures in this entire sea would be reduced to scorched earth, leaving not even their souls.

But the next moment, Han Ping suddenly froze.

The severe pain in his chest was still there, and the sound of his bones creaking was clearly audible, but his mind was still steady - he was not dead?

He turned his head suddenly and saw several powerful mermaids curled up and shivering in the coral reef beside him. Although their bodies were covered with blood marks from the pressure, they were still breathing.

The leader of the Black Turtle tribe was lying on the reef not far away. His carapace was cracked with several cracks so deep that the bones could be seen, but the light of survival was still beating in his cloudy eyes.

The only ones who died... were from the Bishui Nation?

Han Ping endured the severe pain in his internal organs and swept his eyes across the battlefield like lightning.

As expected! Whether it was the massive whale warriors or the delicate jellyfish maids, all the sea creatures struggled to withstand this overwhelming pressure, yet no one actually died.

The strong men from the Bishui Country were completely different. Even the cultivators at the Spirit Emperor level had their bodies disintegrated the moment the giant finger fell, and not even a trace of their soul could escape.

"This...what's going on?" Han Ping's voice trembled with disbelief. "How could the Sea Clan and the Blue Water Nation be treated so precisely and differently?"

He stared at the towering statue. The golden face was blurry, but it revealed an awe-inspiring majesty.

It felt like there was a supreme being gazing at the sea people with compassion and purging their enemies with thundering means.

"But how is this possible?" Han Ping's heart was beating wildly. "My Sea Clan was bullied by the Blue Water Nation. We can't even gather a decent group of strong men. When did we get such a powerful backer?"

But the scene before my eyes could not be faked.

As the waves surged, one could clearly see the frozen fear on the faces of the soldiers of the Bishui Nation. They didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into blood foam by the overwhelming force, and even their souls were annihilated in an instant.

"The other party... is really protecting us?" Han Ping murmured to himself, feeling both relief at surviving the disaster and indescribable confusion in his chest.

Bei Yao, who was not far away, was already too shocked to speak.

She had already closed her eyes and waited for death, but she only felt a burst of burning air on her neck instead of the expected broken bones.

She opened her eyes tremblingly, just in time to see the octopus elder from the neighboring tribe being pinned to the bottom of the sea by the pressure. Six of his ten tentacles were broken, but he still stubbornly waved the remaining limbs to protect the cubs behind him - he was still alive!

"Miracle... Is this really a miracle?"

Bei Yao's voice was filled with tears. Just a moment ago, she had witnessed the general of the Bishui Kingdom pierce her uncle's heart with a sword, and the blood dyed the entire coral reef red.

She thought that the sea people would surely die today, but she did not expect that this sudden appearance of the Dharma image would become their savior.

But who would save the sea people for no reason?

Bei Yao frowned.

The sea people have neither treasures nor strong people. The only "value" may be the mineral deposits in this sea area. But which strong person would not hesitate to confront the entire Blue Water Kingdom for such a small benefit?

While he was thinking, the giant finger finally slammed heavily onto the sea surface!

Boom——

Huge waves suddenly rose thousands of feet high, surging endlessly with a pungent smell of blood.

Bei Yao saw with her own eyes that the ruler of the Bishui Kingdom turned into spots of light in the sky, and the ruler himself flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, turning into a ball of blood mist in mid-air.

What was even more bizarre was that the red mist that floated out of the bodies of the strong men from the Bishui Nation was now being pulled by an invisible force and condensed into a basketball-sized ball in mid-air.

A resentful red light flickered on its surface, but it was firmly locked in place, unable to leak out even a trace of breath.

Not until the last soldier of the Bishui Nation turned into ashes did the ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma image slowly dissipate.

The moment the golden light faded, silence suddenly returned to the world, leaving only the sound of waves hitting the rocks, which was so clear that it seemed unreal.

All the sea creatures maintained their previous postures, as if they were under a spell of immobilization.

Han Ping slowly turned his neck, and where his eyes could see, there was no longer a figure wearing the Bishui Nation's clothing. Only the remaining bloodstains slowly spread out in the sea water and eventually disappeared.

"I...we won?" Han Ping's lips trembled, and his voice was as soft as a dream. "We really...won?"

He subconsciously touched his arm and pinched his thigh, and the clear pain told him that this was not an illusion.

But this victory came too suddenly and too unbelievably, like a dream that could not be woken up from - they had clearly intended to die together, so how did they survive in a daze?

After half a cup of tea, a young shark couldn't help but whimper, as if to confirm that it was still alive.

This whimper was like a switch, instantly igniting the suppressed emotions of all the sea creatures.

"We won! We really won!"

"All the bastards from the Bishui Nation are dead! Hahahaha!"

"God has opened his eyes! Our sea people are saved!"

Cheers swept across the entire sea like a tide. Some people hugged each other and cried, some pounded the rocks frantically, and some knelt down towards the sky to thank the unknown strong man.

Han Ping watched all this and his eyes became red unconsciously - he thought of those tribesmen who died in the battle, and how happy they would be if they could see this moment.

At this moment, Bei Yao suddenly sighed softly, her voice full of loss: "It's a pity that Meng Ran is gone... I can no longer feel her breath."

Logically speaking, even if the person is dead, at least some residual soul should be left behind. But at this moment, she used her spiritual sense to scan the entire sea area, but could not find any trace of Meng Ran.