Elsewhere, Tang San shuddered violently. A rush of heat rose in his throat, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto the scorched earth.
His divine armor was ruined, its fragments falling away. Wounds covered his body, and the two divine powers within him had fallen into chaos. Less than a tenth remained, and his aura was weak.
He wiped the blood from his mouth and fixed his eyes on the exhausted Qian Renxue. "Qian Renxue, I never imagined you would go this far. You burned away your Godhood and destroyed your own foundation."
"Now your Godhood is shattered, and your cultivation has fallen to level eighty-nine. You'll never become a Titled Douluo. Do you... regret it?"
In secret, Tang San drove the Mysterious Heaven Skill at full strength, desperately bringing his chaotic divine powers under control. He seized every moment to recover.
He knew how dire his condition was. His divine power was nearly spent, and Bibi Dong still lurked nearby. If she struck now, he would not survive.
Across the crater, Qian Renxue gritted her teeth. Driven by hatred, she braced herself against her sword and struggled to her feet.
Her body shook violently. She nearly fell several times, her slender figure a picture of desolation.
She raised her bloodshot eyes and locked them on Tang San. Every word came steeped in hatred. "Tang San, you slaughtered hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Spirit Hall Empire and destroyed the foundations of the Angel Clan. That blood debt must be paid in blood!"
Tang San met her gaze, his eyes cold and untroubled. "We were enemies from the start. On a battlefield, killing an enemy to survive is only natural."
"A god should not attack mortals," Qian Renxue said, her voice trembling.
"I've been a god for months,