The sphere of energy expanded to its limit before exploding with a deafening boom.
The shockwave spread in all directions like something tangible. The defensive barrier above Spirit City was instantly torn apart, the dome of the Worship Hall was blown away, and countless cracks split across the outer walls of the Pope Palace.
Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue groaned at the same time, their bodies flying backward like kites with snapped strings. They crashed heavily into the square before the Worship Hall, smashing two deep craters into the stone floor.
Dark-red divine blood spilled from the corners of their mouths. A large portion of the armor over their chests had shattered, while the Ten-Winged Angel Martial Soul and Fire God's divine ring had both dimmed. They were severely injured and had lost the ability to move.
But Tang San was not in much better condition.
He stood in midair, his right hand gripping the Clear Sky Hammer trembling violently. The web between his thumb and forefinger had split open, and divine blood dripped down the hammer's handle.
The Asura Divine Robe had been burned through in over a dozen places by golden-red flames, exposing the charred skin beneath. His left arm hung limply at his side. At the very last moment, the holy light of Angel Judgment had pierced his defenses and burned through every meridian in his left arm.
Even more fatal was the backlash from burning his origin. Cracks had appeared in the foundation of his Asura God Position during that strike, and his divine power was draining away at an irreversible rate.
Yet Tang San could still move, while Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue could no longer even stand.
Tang San clenched his teeth, enduring the agonizing pain in his left arm and the dizziness from