"Even if you were formidable in life, you are now merely remnant souls dwelling within weapons. Even if the six of you joined forces, you would not be my match." Amon shook his head.
"By our own strength alone, perhaps we truly cannot."
Huo Qubing gripped the Broken Spear in his hand and spoke calmly. "But... behind us now stands the national destiny Great Xia has accumulated over thousands of years!"
As his voice fell, the Golden Dragon of Destiny coiling through the air opened its jaws and let out a silent roar.
The wind did not stir. The leaves did not stir. Neither did the sand and stones.
Yet the hazy national destiny blanketing the sky churned violently like a boiling sea. The black curse that had already devoured several dragon veins was like embers clinging to the ground, swept up by that roar and scattered into the air.
With just one roar, the National Destiny Curse Amon had painstakingly prepared vanished without a trace.
Amon's expression abruptly changed as he stood amid the mountains in his black mist form!
He had never imagined that this vast torrent of destiny, boundless as the sea, possessed a consciousness of its own. Moreover, its power seemed inexhaustible, endless and enduring.
Compared to Great Xia's national destiny, the power of a single god like him was like a firefly before the bright moon, an ant before a great tree... insignificant and laughable.
Feeling the oppression rushing toward him, Amon's originally immense and sinister body of black mist was instantly blasted apart by more than half. He vanished from between the mountains and reverted to his original size, his expression dark to the extreme.
Such abundant national destiny... was simply beyond his ability to contend with!
After hesitating for only a moment, he