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"Ah!"

Silent God King let out a scream as the Golden Cudgel pierced through his chest. With a twist of Tang Luo's hand, he was torn into pieces.

Gods did not possess as many methods as cultivators. Their bodies were the foundation of everything, unlike many cultivators who could survive even after losing their bodies, with their divine souls leaving them.

When the body died, the soul was extinguished. Death was absolute.

After killing Silent God King, the afterimages around the cudgel condensed and met Heavenly Force Divine Lord's incoming palms. Heavenly Force Divine Lord's body shook, and he staggered back several steps.

Both his hands went numb.

Tang Luo was entangled by even more "Heavenly Star God Lords" and did not pursue Heavenly Force Divine Lord.

As large numbers of gods died, the formation's power steadily weakened, and its restrictions on Tang Luo grew ever smaller.

Tang Luo only became braver as he fought.

"This won't do!"

Heavenly Force Divine Lord's expression was extremely grave. After becoming gods, their frontal combat strength had surpassed even their former peak.

They had merely lost the many mysterious methods of cultivators.

Under normal circumstances, Tang Xuanzang was practically a "god" himself.

He had none of those flashy tricks and fought only head-on.

He was the gods' favorite kind of opponent, without question.

They should have been able to fight with their strengths and suppress him.

That was how it should have been!

Yet unexpectedly, the combat method the gods excelled at most—direct confrontation—had been forcefully shattered by Tang Luo's even greater power!

My strength defeated your strength.

A crushing rout!

The number of remaining gods was already at a critical point. If a few more died, they would no longer be able to sustain the formation.

"What should we do?!"

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