Zi Zhen's Seven Apertures Heart was now spewing out ancestral demon heartflame, and with the rise in her realm, both its scale and destructive power had been greatly amplified.
Blood from that beast-like heart surged forth and turned into black-violet flames, madly scorching Sigod Yang's six-billion-meter Fate-Defying Eonic God body. That body, strengthened by the Fate-Defying Wheel, constantly melted and evaporated beneath the ancestral demon heartflame. The gleaming destiny particles exploded like stars one after another, carrying the feeling of being reduced to ashes and scattered to the winds!
Sigod Yang tried to struggle, but Zi Zhen's Eight Slaughter Arms were like a prison, piercing through his limbs, bones, organs, and entrails, locking him firmly before her. The ancestral demon heartflame kept spraying upward. Such an interstellar spectacle was terrifying to behold!
Sigod Yang's dying struggles clearly had no effect. Li Tianming's Heaven-Piercing Finger had dealt a fatal wound when he appeared earlier, and Sigod Yang had already been suppressed by Zi Zhen. Now, he was like a wounded hyena fallen into the claws and fangs of a male lion. He could not have won even at full strength, much less with half his head blasted apart by Li Tianming!
Beneath the roaring ancestral demon heartflame, Sigod Yang thought of the Death Gods being wiped out, of every disciple of his Tianyu Temple dying, and of how he himself had slaughtered the people in the World God Tower. At this moment, there were basically no Primordial Chaos Clan left in the Divine Tomb Seat. On top of that, Weisheng Moran had stalled the modified barrier. Once he understood all of this and looked through the black flames at the white-haired youth before him, his eyes went completely numb!
"Li Tianming!"
As he burned, Sigod Yang's half Primordial Chaos Eye stared