Liao Lu had been dead for many years. He had left behind a phantom body in the White Jade Palace, waiting for a member of the Heaven Swallowing Race from a later generation.
This phantom body had never possessed particularly powerful cultivation. It was only by relying on the power of the Devouring Spirit that he had barely withstood two strikes from the Giant God.
Lin Bai stood in the darkness, his face filled with shock. The scene from moments ago kept replaying in his mind.
What had just happened?
The Giant God had used the strength of his living flesh to stomp the Devouring Spirit beneath his foot, leaving Liao Lu no room to flee. Then he had reached into the Devouring Spirit, grabbed Liao Lu, and crushed him to dust!
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye, but in Lin Bai's eyes, not a single detail had escaped him.
He had seen the Giant God's overwhelming might, something that could not be challenged.
He had seen the terrifying strength of the Giant God's physical body, capable of forcibly resisting the Devouring Spirit!
He had seen that domineering bearing, seen the one and only god beneath the nine heavens!
And this was the wounded Giant God. If he had not been injured, what level would his strength have reached?
"What are you standing there for? Lin Bai, run!"
The Crow shrieked beside Lin Bai's ear, its voice piercing, dragging him out of his shock.
A lingering gloom clouded Lin Bai's heart. In the next moment, he took the token Liao Lu had given him from his Storage Bag and crushed it. Teleportation power unfolded and swept over his body.
"Senior, I will live well!"
"I will avenge you too!"
Lin Bai gazed at the Giant God in