The fallen Beast God's remains suspended above the Blood Pool launched a counterattack and let out a second roar.
There was no pain in its roar, only a mad declaration.
After unleashing its first wave of attacks, the Beast God's remnant body drew back its dark-gold forelimbs.
Then, it viciously slammed them into the chest wound that had previously been pierced through by the beam of the Spear of Frost Silence.
It looked like self-harm, but Zong Shen knew full well that this thing had another trick up its sleeve.
"Pshht!"
Divine tainted blood mixed with shards of ice crystals erupted like a burst dam.
In midair, it condensed into enormous twisted chains bristling with barbs.
At the same time, the twelve broken dark-gold bone pillars let out a thunderous roar.
The ancient Runes eroded into the surfaces of the pillars unexpectedly began to glow in reverse, releasing the most primordial power of the Beast God.
It was the source divine power that, before the Beast God had been corrupted, granted vitality and wildness to its followers.
Yet now, it had been twisted into the power of a cruel ritual of self-sacrifice.
The rocky ground at the bases of the bone pillars exploded with a deafening boom.
Twelve thick pillars of blood-red light shot into the sky, precisely pouring into the twelve chains of tainted blood.
The chains immediately shot out like living creatures.
But this time, their target was not the construct legion.
It was the several dozen divine projections in the air that were locked in battle with the constructs and gradually dissipating.
"Roar!"
The projections all released howls filled with relief.
Their forms were forcibly pierced and dragged by the chains, then rapidly collapsed into the purest divine fragments and bestial resentment.
Rather than scattering, these fragments