Eighth Soul Ring

Opposite him.

The golden-red fireball Qian Xunji had transformed into had already charged right up to him.

It was the final strike he had gained by burning the Angel Godhead.

Everywhere the fireball passed, space melted completely, revealing the pitch-black void.

The scorching heat turned the land within a hundred miles into boiling lava.

"Yu Xiaoheng!"

"Die with me!"

Qian Xunji's twisted voice came from within the fireball.

He had already given up any hope of survival and only wanted to drag Yu Xiaoheng down with him.

Facing this world-destroying strike, Yu Xiaoheng slowly raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and lifted it toward the sky.

Yu Xiaoheng took one step forward.

The earth sank.

He punched out.

"Dong—!"

In that instant, the entire world seemed to lose all sound.

With the two of them at the center, the shockwave swept wildly in every direction.

The lava across the plain was blown apart.

The earth was forcibly shaved down by several hundred meters.

"Crack..."

A crisp shattering sound rang out.

The Angel Holy Fire Qian Xunji had condensed by burning his Godhead began to collapse over a vast area before Yu Xiaoheng's pure physical body strength, like fragile glass.

"No... This is impossible!"

Qian Xunji's despairing scream rang out.

He could feel an overbearing power to the extreme surging madly into his body along his Holy Fire.

His bones were shattering.

His meridians were snapping.

Even the Angel Godhead he had just condensed was being smashed open with countless cracks under that pure physical body strength.

"I am a god... I am the Angel God!"

Qian Xunji roared madly.

But all his struggles were futile.

A wisp of purple flame suddenly ignited on Yu Xiaoheng's fist.

Heavenly Punishment Fire.

With the enhancement of the Heavenly