Evil's Death, Asura Descends to the Lower Realm

As for Lu Mingchuan—

He looked at the dazzling Divine Skills in his field of vision, each radiating a different brilliance.

His head started to ache.

Although these soul skills were not particularly powerful, they covered a wide enough area.

With no other choice, he continued pouring Imaginary Energy into the arrow on the bow.

Under his relentless infusion, the arrow of light expanded considerably in less than a breath.

Once he felt it was enough, Lu Mingchuan aimed the Imperial Bow directly above himself.

Whoosh—

Without hesitation, he released the bowstring. A flash of red streaked through the air, causing little disturbance.

Amid this sea of colorful Divine Skills, it was utterly inconspicuous.

But in the next second—

The space before the gods' Divine Skills suddenly tore open with a massive rift.

Countless blood-red arrows poured out from it.

Aside from being smaller, weren't they the very arrows of light Lu Mingchuan had just fired? There were far more of them than there were Divine Skills.

The gods whose vision had been blocked by the Divine Skills felt an inexplicable tremor in their hearts.

Boom, boom, boom!!! The reason for their fear appeared in the next instant.

The countless Divine Skills they had unleashed with all their strength were like fireworks.

Something tore them apart in midair, turning them into clusters of colorful bursts.

"What?!" A god cried out in horror.

But in the next second, he turned into ash and dispersed.

It was not just him. The same thing kept happening all around them.

Although some gods reacted in time and tried to make a desperate stand, before such an obvious gap in strength—

They were like ants, directly annihilated in midair by Lu Mingchuan's large-scale AoE attack.

A drizzling rain of divine blood began to fall from