This Mystic Art, combined with Li Zhuqing's Divine Treasure ability, unleashed tremendous firepower, with an enormous blast radius.
The few transcendents were blown into a panic, clutching their heads and fleeing in all directions.
But anyone capable of participating in such a mission was naturally no ordinary person.
They immediately shouted out the honorable names of the gods they represented. Those gods were either mass-produced angels like the Thrones, or obscure local wild gods whose legends had barely spread.
Naturally, the power of these gods could not compare with that of the gods in mainstream mythology. However, since they still bore the title of "god," they possessed certain peculiarities.
One transcendent represented the giant eagle god from Native American mythology. After releasing God's Projection, he whipped up a fierce wind that extinguished the surrounding flames, giving himself and his companions a place to catch their breath.
But their respite did not last long. After the flames went out, a figure suddenly arrived before them.
The figure had a red face and a long beard. He was tall and imposing, wielding a Yanyue Saber as he brought it down on the transcendent who represented the giant eagle god's power!
Martial Saint Guan Di!
Just as the blow was about to strike its target, illusory ripples faintly appeared all around and caught the Martial Saint's saber.
The blow was like striking the surface of the sea. Though it sent ripples surging in every direction, it never managed to hit its target. The pale-faced transcendent hurriedly rolled away.
At that moment.
A man who represented the power of the Thrones swayed slightly. Every hair on his body stood on end, and sharp light shot from his eyes. With a roar, he burst into blazing Silver-White Sacred Fire.
He lunged at the Martial Saint