Xing Xuanwuji shattered once again!
The moment he turned into Eonic God fragments amid the pink Sword Qi storm and scattered away, the Divine Emperor Banquet Platform could no longer be described as merely deathly silent.
Outside the battlefield, time itself seemed to have absolutely frozen. Whether members of the Divine Tomb Cult or the various clans of Xuanting, their expressions, gazes, lips, teeth, even their eyelashes, all appeared fixed in place, utterly motionless.
Boom! Boom!
Explosions thundered across the banquet platform. The Six Harmonies Exalted Dragon Sword Blast continued to surge forward, even completely drowning out Xing Xuanwuji's furious, bewildered, unwilling roars!
The entire process unfolded in slow motion before tens of millions of people, allowing them to see with perfect clarity as Li Tianming's lifebound beasts crushed the pride of the Divine Tomb Cult—and tore the dignity of tens of millions of Divine Tomb Cult members straight from their heads, then trampled it wildly beneath their feet!
Boom! Boom!
Those fragments of hands, legs, bodies, and more gathered together in a new fashion amid that destruction, condensing once more into an Astral God Origin!
Though this Astral God Origin of Xing Xuanwuji was not as gray-white or incomplete as last time, nor was he injured to such a terrible extent... as long as one had been reduced to an Astral God Origin, it meant grave injury, a loss of combat strength, and the need for a long period of recovery. It meant the victor had been decided!
"Impossible..."
Even at this moment, Xing Xuanwuji remained trapped in a vortex of unwillingness to face reality. In his Astral God Origin state, he let out a shrill, hysterical roar.
Crack!
Yet at that very moment, a pair of massive hands passed through the pink starlight and seized his Astral God