"Retreat!"
The instant Emperor Xuanti's Xuanti Hammer came crashing down on the Grand Emperor's head, Li Tianming knew that even if the Grand Emperor's body gave it everything it had, it could not withstand this blow!
And there was no one who could save him.
Since that was the case, he might as well serve his greatest purpose!
At this moment, White Wind no longer needed to say anything. All he had to do was keep his arms spread, wearing an expression of regret and pain as he made the gesture of embracing his son, while closing his eyes...
Yet his son wore a cold expression, his divine might towering as he charged forth to slaughter.
The contrast in this scene would likely carve itself deep into the minds of those imperial ghost gods, making this absurdity impossible for them to forget for the rest of their lives.
To them, the world had frozen. They could only watch helplessly as the Grand Emperor, bearing regret and his final tenderness toward his son... was obliterated by his son's hammer, reduced to ashes and scattered smoke...
He did not even form an Astral God Origin before vanishing from this world. Before that, White Wind had already withdrawn.
In other words, in that final instant, Emperor Xuanti had indeed personally sent his father's remaining consciousness on its way.
"Uh..."
Perhaps this was the most unbearable memory of every imperial ghost god's life. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as tens of millions of eyes widened, staring blankly at the scene. In the end, it was as though their eyeballs were about to crack apart.
Buzz!
The Grand Emperor completely dissipated.
The battlefield seemed to sink into eternal dead silence. At last, the imperial ghost gods all fixed their gazes on Emperor Xuanti,