Within the Divine Kingdom, riddled with cracks, Haotian was beaten back again and again. Even her cold, indifferent face showed an emotion called resentment.
Though she stood within the Divine Kingdom, backed by an almost endless foundation of faith, Ke Haoran's Haoran Sword Aura still wounded her.
Even so, it would not be easy for Gu Hui and the others to kill her.
Haotian watched as ten ants drove her into a corner, while her Divine Kingdom stood on the verge of shattering.
Moreover, as time passed, she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker. The power of faith coming from the human world was slowly diminishing, to the point where she would soon be unable to sense it at all.
Therefore, she had to strike with everything she had. Even if the cost was falling into slumber, she had to take down the ten of them first—at the very least, severely wound one.
That would ease some of her pressure.
If she had not lost her other half, she would never have allowed ten ants to force her into such a state.
In an instant, the power of faith accumulated over tens of thousands of years poured into Haotian's body.
Her strength reached its absolute peak.
So she attacked. It was a strike nearly fueled by rage, and one in which she held nothing back.
At that moment, a blazing sun suddenly appeared in the sky.
The wind stilled, and the snow ceased.
Snow nearly half a foot deep rapidly dissolved and melted, while intense white light spilled across every inch of the human world.
Gu Hui and the others' expressions tightened. This move was terrifyingly powerful, practically intended to take everyone down together.
Gu Hui's eyes were grave. If they did not resolve this quickly, the human world