The Fall of a Heavenly God

They did not know whether Yang Lingtian was truly dead.

This monster was simply too terrifying, leaving far too deep a shadow in their hearts.

"Cough, cough..."

Just then, a faint cough suddenly rang out.

Dragon Cry Ancestor and the Overlord Ning Sect envoy immediately trembled all over, their eyes filled with terror.

They struggled to turn their heads toward the direction of the sound.

They saw a figure slowly rising from the enormous pit.

Although his body had already been reduced to a mangled wreck, he was still standing.

His gaze remained resolute, without the slightest trace of fear.

"You... you... you..."

Dragon Cry Ancestor's voice trembled, and he could no longer form a complete sentence.

"This... this... this..."

The Overlord Ning Sect envoy was also stunned, his eyes filled with despair.

"I'm not dead yet." Yang Lingtian slowly spoke.

"Although your attacks left me heavily wounded, they didn't injure my foundation."

The next moment, his body actually began recovering at astonishing speed.

His body, which had originally collapsed, began condensing anew.

The aura radiating from him gradually rose, once again releasing the might of the Divine Realm.

"How... how is this possible?" Dragon Cry Ancestor said in horror.

"Could it be that you really possess the legendary Chaos Dao Body?"

"That's right. Are you only realizing it now?" Yang Lingtian said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Dragon Cry Ancestor and the Overlord Ning Sect envoy fell into complete despair.

When the Dragon Soul Sect Master had said that Yang Lingtian might possess the Chaos Dao Body, they had all refused to believe it.

After all, such an heaven-defying constitution had not appeared for countless millions of years.

Thus, they had treated the possibility that Yang Lingtian possessed the Chaos Dao Body as nothing more than a conjecture.

They had