After a long while, Ye Xiwen finally opened his eyes and rose to his feet. His entire body shimmered with golden light, making him look like a golden divine being.
All the golden divinity within this statue had been absorbed by him, not a trace left behind.
He could feel that the strength of his Overlord Body Golden Body had climbed another level. Before, he might have been injured when facing a top-tier Mystic Weapon, but now he could contend against one completely. He had truly ascended another step.
Boom! With a tremendous crash, the formation before him abruptly collapsed. At that moment, a terrifying divine sense descended from above and probed inside, transforming into a gigantic scarlet eye.
"Ye Xiwen, run! Without the formation restraining it, that demon god is going to directly project an Avatar over!" Ye Mo hurriedly warned.
The formation originally set up by Young Lord Ghost Luck had sealed off the surrounding space, so no matter how furious that demon god was, it could not fly over. But now that the formation had shattered, it could directly sense this place. Although projecting an Avatar would greatly drain the vitality of one already near death, it no longer cared about such things.
Blinded by rage, it was determined to make these two lowly mortals pay the price.
Splash!
Space rippled like the surface of water, like water brought to a boil, rapidly spreading wave after wave in every direction. Then, a gigantic demonic claw descended from the heavens and grabbed directly at Ye Xiwen.
"Lowly mortal, die!"
Accompanied by an enraged roar, that demonic claw crushed the entire palace into powder.
Whoosh!
When Ye Xiwen appeared again, he was already inside another palace. The pair of Wind-Thunder Wings behind him beat without pause, and lingering fear