Excellent... Punching Bag?

The Heavenly God lay on the ground.

Just as Si Zhong had said, the Heavenly God possessed an almost perfect body, with striking features and a tall, muscular build.

His silver-white armor was adorned with golden patterns. The upper portion was styled like a vest, exposing his two powerful arms.

Even a casual glance was enough to sense the explosive power concealed within them.

But now, the Heavenly God's face was filled with shock.

He lay sprawled on the ground, his upper armor covered in cracks and looking ready to shatter at any moment.

What had just happened?

For that instant, Divine General Wuyi felt as though a piece of his memory was missing.

One second, he had still been in the sky, on Garuda's back, preparing to deliver divine punishment upon the few ants below. Then...

The world spun, and an immense force slammed him into the ground.

Where was his bird?!

Where was Garuda? The sticky sensation beneath him, the thick stench of blood... His Garuda had actually already been slain?!

"You..."

Boom!

Dust billowed as Divine General Wuyi, who had tried to raise himself, was stomped back down.

This time, the armor on his body shattered completely. A sound of cracking bones came from Wuyi's chest, where a small footprint had been pressed into the caved-in flesh.

"Don't resist. Resistance is useless," Tang Luo said.

"Monk..." Wuyi opened his mouth, which was filled with the taste of blood. As he spoke, a faint bloody mist nearly spilled from his mouth.

"This humble monk is Tang Xuanzang. Are you one of these so-called Heavenly Gods?" Tang Luo asked.

Judging by his appearance and manner of arrival, he should indeed have been a Heavenly God. But to be safe, it was better to ask.

Even while being trampled underfoot,