"Is that the power of a god?"
Wu Feng's eyes widened as she stared at the erupting pitch-black pillar of light. The pillar seemed to pierce through space itself.
The power and might within it had already surpassed the limits of ordinary understanding.
As for god-level power, all Wu Feng knew was that Huo Yuhao's waist was very strong. This was her first time directly sensing combat strength.
Everyone else looked amazed as well.
The Dou Ling Empire's side was greatly invigorated.
Huo Yuhao also looked amazed and expectant.
Of course, in truth, his heart was utterly unmoved.
And this was a matter he had stirred up himself. The reason he had spoken just now was also to make Tang Wutong and the Corpse God fight with their lives on the line.
If he did not make Tang Wutong fight desperately, how was he supposed to confirm just how many trump cards Tang Wutong had?
If he could not confirm Tang Wutong's trump cards, then when he arranged things for Tang Wutong later, it would be hard to guarantee that no accidents would occur.
After all, in a certain sense, Tang Wutong could also be considered another kind of Child of Luck.
Do not be fooled by how strong Tang Wutong's attack was, or how grand and imposing its power and methods seemed. In truth, the real contest between gods had never been about whose attack sounded louder, or whose attack was more vast and majestic.
It was a contest between the laws each had comprehended.
"Hah—"
Tang Wutong panted violently, and the arm gripping the Clear Sky Hammer trembled fiercely.
That strike just now had also placed tremendous pressure on her.
"That move just now should have unleashed a strike at the power of a Level One God. The