But now, the balance had completely collapsed.
The Spirit Hall camp had gained another orthodox first-class deity!
And she was by no means an ordinary newly ascended deity. That vast, majestic foundation of divine power far surpassed the usual level of someone newly entering godhood. It was clearly a perfect divine trial rating!
For the first time, Tang San's state of mind was on the verge of completely collapsing.
The sliver of victory he had still possessed was now infinitely compressed, almost reduced to zero.
"No... I can't panic!"
He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. Regaining control over his chaotic thoughts, he continued drawing in Asura divine power.
He had to be faster!
He had to firmly claim the Asura God position before Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue ascended one after another!
Otherwise, only death awaited him!
On the other side of Slaughter City.
A tall yet aged figure stood quietly, his robes snapping in the blood-colored gale.
It was Tang Chen.
The Tang Chen of this moment no longer exuded the withered, weakened aura of the past. In its place was a dense, vast, and incomparably refined baleful aura of a demigod.
Once heavily wounded and declining, stalled at the demigod realm for years, he had broken through step by step with the Little Holy King's remaining power. Now, he stood firmly at the peak of the demigod realm!
He was only separated from reaching level one hundred and becoming a god by the final sliver of the Heavenly Dao's barrier—by a single opportunity!
At this moment, he was far stronger than he had been at his peak. His foundation was profound, his baleful aura soared to the heavens, and he could be called the number