"You think I came so late because I was avoiding you?" Wu Heng's cold sneer pierced through the shriek of energy and rang clearly in the other's consciousness.
"You're courting death!" The Church Deity's roar exploded like heavenly thunder, making the surrounding space tremble.
Dozens of golden divine spears instantly formed, about to rip through the sky and pursue those terrifying mechanical devices trailing exhaust flame.
Since Wu Heng had dared to launch an attack right before his eyes, how could he possibly let him intercept them halfway?
Almost the instant the golden divine spears appeared, profound purple divine power struck later yet arrived first, precisely intercepting those golden lights and bursting them into clusters of brilliant, fleeting energy fireworks.
"Looks like..." Wu Heng's voice carried undisguised mockery. "You're not quite so... indifferent to the life and death of your followers after all? This furious look of yours really doesn't match your usual image."
The Church Deity's divine radiance fluctuated violently, exposing the shock and fury within.
He tried to do something, but Wu Heng gave him no chance. Rampaging purple energy had already transformed into towering waves, carrying the mingled aura of death, magic, and decay as it launched an even fiercer assault.
It tightly entangled him, every strike precisely disrupting his attempts to split his focus and intercept the missiles.
The two masses of divine power, representing utterly different laws, frantically collided, tore at one another, and devoured each other without pause, like two living stars locked in a desperate struggle.
Over the next stretch of time, the Church Deity tried several times to divide off some of his power. Even if it was only a faint wisp of Divine Sense, he wanted to intercept the passing missiles.
But every attempt was ruthlessly snuffed out by Wu Heng's