"Is this Nicadoli's true form?"
As they watched the image on the Sky Screen, everyone on Douluo Continent, along with Phainon and the others at the scene, revealed the same shocked expressions!
They had long been eagerly anticipating seeing Stelle fight a true Demigod.
The Nicadoli whom Stelle, Phainon, and the others had defeated together in Okhema earlier—
Was not the real Nicadoli at all, merely one of his many clones.
Now, Stelle had traveled through time and returned to the past.
She had reassembled the five fragments of divinity that Nicadoli had split apart, restoring them to one.
She had completely awakened all of Nicadoli's power.
As they looked at Nicadoli's mountain-like body—
And the enormous golden wings spread behind him—
The humans and soul beasts of Douluo Continent could not help holding their breath.
Nicadoli tightly gripped the spear in his hand.
The massive spear was wreathed in dazzling golden light from end to end, its tip gleaming with a cold radiance capable of piercing the stars.
He suddenly hurled the spear viciously toward the sky.
The spear transformed into a streak of golden light and instantly shot into the heavens.
It seemed to punch a black hole through the firmament itself, from which a thunderous rumble faintly echoed.
Immediately afterward, a massive circular magic formation appeared in the sky.
Runes flickered across the formation, emanating an ancient and majestic aura.
Countless spear shadows poured down from within the formation, crashing toward the ground like a torrential downpour and bearing down on Stelle and the others.
Every one of those golden spears falling from the sky stood as tall as three to five people.
Even if such enormous objects simply fell under their own weight—
As long as one struck someone, it could instantly split them in half