The giant palm came crashing down, striking the runes suppressing the two divinities.
With a thunderous boom, even heaven and earth seemed to cave in with it. Yet the runes did not shatter. Instead, they erupted with a force capable of tearing apart heaven, earth, space, and time.
"Ah..."
Amid piercing screams, that violent force forcibly tore the two Lower Gods apart.
Their entire bodies exploded at the same time, their screams echoing through heaven, earth, space, and time.
However, the two were divinities after all. They could not possibly die so easily. In but an instant, they had recovered once more.
What filled them with terror, though, was that the runes suppressing them had not vanished. They still floated above their heads.
The immense pressure bore down like a mountain, forcing them to their knees once again like dead dogs.
The commotion was so great that the other Saint Sons and many higher-ups of the Ancestral Hall who had turned their attention this way witnessed the entire scene clearly.
For a moment, many of them were completely stunned, each unable to resist drawing a sharp breath as a chill ran through their entire bodies.
The two Lower Gods in question, in particular, truly felt like weeping without tears.
They had thought that dying once would free them from Lin Changqing's suppression. Who could have expected that it was nothing of the sort? Even after being reborn from a drop of blood, the seals on their bodies remained.
They were even silently devouring their Divine Saint Origin.
At last, the two were truly afraid, falling into utter panic.
Meanwhile, the master above the Ninth Heavens saw that his strike had not only failed to break Lin Changqing's Runes and save the two men—
but had instead caused the two Lower