The enormous fist-shadow collided head-on with the divine power of the two gods. The sky shattered completely, and spatial black holes spread across a vast area. The Golden Ancient Tree seized the chance to dive down, ten thousand zhang of golden light wrapping around the plane's origin power as it slammed viciously into the two gods' backs.
Attacked from front and rear, with the plane's suppression still pressing down on them, Tang Hao and Ah Yin both gave muffled groans. Their bodies retreated together, divine blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.
More than ten kilometers away, a group of Federation powerhouses stared from afar at the three-colored divine light clashing fiercely with the two gods' radiance high in the sky. Every one of them felt their souls tremble, unable to say a single word.
They had witnessed mortals defying and striking back against gods with their own eyes. Now they saw two complete second-rank gods being held back by Situ Xuan and Vasha working together—and even gradually falling into a disadvantage.
The thought in all their hearts of following Situ Xuan to become gods became incomparably firm.
In the high-altitude battlefield, Tang Hao looked at Situ Xuan, who grew madder the longer he fought and stronger the worse his injuries became, and a true trace of dread finally rose in his eyes.
He had fought countless battles and seen countless opponents who grew stronger as they fought, but he had never seen such an unsolvable ability.
The wounds on Situ Xuan's body kept splitting open, blood flowing down his bronze skin, yet every wound healed rapidly, and what followed was even more violent fighting intent and even more terrifying physical strength.
The ability of Bloody Battle Across the Eight Wilds had completely no upper limit. As long as