What a staggering shock!
How many years had it been since a great divine power had fallen?
It was not that the Devil Emperor was too weak, but that the Ghost Emperor was too strong.
Or rather, the victor had been decided the moment the Devil Emperor's physical body was damaged, though he should have been able to continue the fierce battle.
Because this ancestral imperial weapon specialized in suppressing divine souls. Even a Devil Emperor of the same realm was no exception.
Once enveloped by the Soul Banner, what awaited a great divine power was death and the dissolution of the Dao.
This was unlike anything before.
In the past, they had never feared battle. Even when they died, it was usually a natural "disappearance" after exhausting too much power; it was rare for them to be killed by another.
Ordinary cultivators could not kill them at all.
Even against great divine powers of the same realm, or supreme experts whose Great Dao inscriptions covered the world, or who had patched the heavens and evolved them into the Thirty-Three Heavens, they were confident they could escape.
A shattered body could be reassembled, and a ruined imperial weapon could be reforged.
Great divine powers had truly achieved immortality and indestructibility, sharing the lifespan of heaven and earth, shining alongside the sun and moon.
Now, everything had changed.
Even though they were all great divine powers, their backs could not help growing cold, and an indescribable chill rose from the depths of their hearts.
Only now did they understand why the Heavenly Emperor had chosen "him."
"Do you all understand?"
Tu Shan Jun looked toward the five great divine powers who had stopped attacking.
"Under...stood!"
The five answered stiffly, with no thought left of contending for supremacy.
Although they had