That was why Qing Tian had been forced to resort to such a method.
Otherwise, under normal circumstances, even if Di Tian had reached the peak of the Sub-Saint Realm, he still could not have withstood the full-force strike of the Pangu Axe! Pfft! Divine blood splashed into the River of Time.
Di Tian's body had been split in two. His expression changed drastically as he hurriedly circulated his magical power, trying to heal his injuries.
Unfortunately, the aura of the Pangu Axe clung to his wounds like a maggot in the bone, making it impossible for him to recover.
It was a Chaos Spiritual Treasure of inferior grade. How could it possibly be ordinary? That was no exaggeration.
The current Pangu Axe could cause severe damage with a single hit. Even if one did not die, one's vitality would be gravely injured, and recovering would definitely not happen overnight.
"Di Tian, I'll give you a chance. Submit, or die!"
Qing Tian's cold voice rang out. To Di Tian, it was like a death warrant.
"Submit..."
Di Tian let out a bitter laugh as he looked at Qing Tian before him.
"My Divine Race is destined to be annihilated in the River of History. Even if I submit, it will ultimately change nothing. Rather than that, I might as well throw myself into the River of Time. Perhaps I can continue the bloodline of the Divine Race."
"You..."
Qing Tian's gaze sharpened, and he was just about to speak.
Then he saw the two halves of Di Tian's body, split apart by the Pangu Axe, suddenly expand millions of times in an instant before violently exploding into countless clouds of blood that scattered into the River of Time.
The River of Time.
Every drop of water was a world. Di