"An Imprisonment progress of 12 points per second? That's not bad. Looks like I'm not completely helpless after all."
Various thoughts raced through Zhang Yang's mind, while the Level 18 false god charging over in the distance had already condensed a lightning spear in his hand. The scene looked incredibly familiar.
"God of Spears?"
"Soul Tremor!"
The instant the lightning spear was thrown, Zhang Yang immediately released a soul storm toward the Level 18 false god. In that brief moment just now, he had caught a glimpse of weakness in the false god's body.
Why was it weak?
Was the support from faith-based divine power insufficient?
Or was Zhao Xianyu's faith network bandwidth unable to provide enough output?
Or had the lightning spear occupied most of the available flow?
Whatever the reason, Zhang Yang had noticed that detail. His A+-rank soul might have been helpless against this Level 18 false god head-on, but it was still highly useful from the side.
"Boom!"
The lightning spear slammed into Zhang Yang, then was forcibly canceled out by the spell power transformed from his Natal Spiritual Qi.
That one attack consumed another fifteen units of Natal Spiritual Qi.
At the same time, however, Zhang Yang's Soul Tremor struck the Level 18 false god like a storm.
Perfect!
The Level 18 false god's true body remained unaffected by the soul storm, but almost imperceptibly, the soul storm jolted the yellow radiance surrounding his body.
That's his weakness!
Zhang Yang roared inwardly. He had played with—no, tinkered with—gods, divine positions, and Divine Power Networks before. He knew the greatest weakness of faith-based gods: without believers, they were nothing.
No matter how Zhao Xianyu's divine kingdom system had changed, its core remained the same.
A divine position gave birth to a god.
A god accumulated divinity.