Star Tail had not completely fallen.
A True God's soul was exceptionally tenacious. Even if only his head remained, he could still find a way to recreate his body.
But it was a lengthy process. Recreating his body and Dantian was almost equivalent to cultivating from scratch.
Star Tail's head suddenly opened its eyes and looked toward the old patriarch and the gathered Celestial Lords on the opposite bank. His eyes, once as bright as stars, were now dim and dull...
To fight the Saint Race, he had led the Heavenly Rank Race in planning for countless years, only to arrive at such an ending.
They had struggled within the rules, but Mu Haiji had directly altered the rules and, from outside them, effortlessly reduced all their efforts to nothing.
Anyone would lose heart when faced with such a blow. Star Tail was no exception.
"Nothing left to say? Hahahaha! Then go to hell!"
Mu Tian snarled with a savage grin. He yanked Star Tail's white hair upward, violently flinging Star Tail's head into the air. Then he clenched one hand into a fist, preparing to smash Star Tail's head apart with a single blow...
Star Tail's head spun endlessly through the air. The starry sky, the earth, and the mountains swept past his pupils like scrolls of moving paintings.
Although he appeared to be a twilight-aged old man, compared with the lifespans of the gods, he was actually a young True God. After hiding in the Great Yanyu Cosmos, he had always remained under his Venerable Master's protection.
In the final moment of his life, time slowed to an extreme, and the entire Great Yanyu Cosmos filled him with reluctance to part.
"Venerable Master, I failed..." Star Tail murmured.
As his head continued spinning through the air, he suddenly