A cloudless, perfectly clear sky.
Was abruptly covered by dark thunderclouds.
Thunder, lightning, gales, heavenly fire, and foul water appeared simultaneously in the void, creating an apocalypse-like scene with an extremely terrifying atmosphere.
The mortal realm!
Slaves, commoners, and even nobles could only kneel in terror on both knees, praying for the heavenly gods to show mercy and withdraw their divine powers.
Pity,
no matter how devout they were, the objects of their prayers could not receive them.
At that moment, they were already overwhelmed and had no energy to care for these people whom they viewed as mere ants.
"Pfft!" Fire God Zhurong spat out a mouthful of scalding blood, his body stumbling and almost falling. Forcing down his churning vital energy, he glared at everyone present with a look that could kill.
One step away!
Just a moment ago, the Sacred Spirit Stone had shown signs of emerging from Hou Yi, but suddenly a mighty, overwhelming force erupted from the divine weapon Vermilion Bird Banner, forcibly interrupting his spellcasting.
Moreover, because he had previously tried to force out the Sacred Spirit Stone more quickly, the spiritual power within his body was in a state of severe overdraw.
The backlash from the divine weapon Vermilion Bird Banner delivered a force that already made him feel exceptionally miserable.
The sudden appearance of all sorts of harsh weather phenomena in the sky—thunder, lightning, wind blades, and rain arrows—caused his injuries to pile on top of one another.
"What is going on here?" Fire God Zhurong wore a look of shock and suspicion.
The scene in the void was not a normal weather phenomenon; it came from the power of heavenly gods.
And it came from all four of them.
"Old Dragon King!"
"Are you behind this?" Fire God Zhurong cast an