"Old beast, I told you that you were no match for me. Today, you will die without a doubt. Why struggle in vain like this? Wouldn't it be better to just wait for death?"
Seeing that this Ghost Race God Venerable still wanted to kill him in a desperate counterattack, Lin Changqing sneered.
Unfortunately, he had greatly underestimated Lin Changqing's Strength and overestimated himself.
As the Wailing Stick came crashing down, it was like a Primordial Divine Mountain tearing through space-time. Yet it could not break through the domain of the Wings of Time, and even his attack was severely restricted.
Rumble...
Space-time shattered, and the void exploded.
Ghost Qi swirled thickly around the Wailing Stick, which contained the Ghost Race God Venerable's full-force strike. With one blow, countless Parallel Space-times shattered.
The Wailing Stick, as immense as a Primordial Mountain, seemed to contain an entire dimensional universe within it.
With such terrifying might, any ordinary God Venerable who took even one blow would undoubtedly die.
Yet Lin Changqing did not care in the slightest. Although this man's attack was powerful, Lin Changqing had now activated the second form of the Wings of Time, transforming it into the River of Time. Within it, he was a supreme god, and he even had the confidence to contend with the current Cloud God.
Naturally, he had no fear of this Ghost Race God Venerable's attacks.
"Freeze..."
Lin Changqing's face was frosty as he pointed a finger.
In an instant, the void itself was imprisoned. The Wailing Stick descending toward him abruptly stopped in midair, as though it had been fixed in place out of thin air.
"How can this be? How can your strength possibly be this powerful? I don't believe it... You are merely a junior of the Human Race. Why