After the words fell, another pair of Thunder Wings spread from Luo Zheng's back.
But now the Thunder Wings stretched twenty thousand zhang wide. In everyone's eyes, when Luo Zheng unfurled them, they spanned half the sky.
Luo Zheng had no desire to entangle himself with these Great Perfection True Gods.
The longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for him.
Although he had ventured into the depths of Chaos and, thanks to Fuxi, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds,
if a Sub-Saint—or even a Saint—came in person, escaping smoothly back to the immortal abode would no longer be easy.
"Crackle!"
As the twenty-thousand-zhang Thunder Wings trembled, Luo Zheng's enormous body made a slight turn, preparing to flee.
Yet the others were so awed by Luo Zheng's imposing might that not a single one of them dared to step forward and stop him...
Just then, Tang Wan shouted, "Don't let him get away! Even if he's grown larger, he's still nothing special!"
The Tang Family had already lost two Great Perfection True Gods this time. If they let Luo Zheng escape as well, Tang Wan truly had no idea how she would explain herself to Tang Lun upon returning.
But the moment Tang Wan spoke, Luo Zheng's massive body suddenly took a step.
He swung his enormous palm, bringing it crashing down toward Tang Wan's head...
Luo Zheng had been cultivating the Desolate God for quite some time and could control this huge body with ease. Though it looked massive and clumsy, it was actually incredibly agile, and its speed far exceeded Tang Wan's expectations.
By the time Tang Wan reacted, she could no longer evade Luo Zheng's palm and could only raise the enormous Sword Shield before her.
"Clang!"
Tang Wan's Sword Shield was a