Tang San's Unease

Tang San steadied himself, the Asura Demon Sword trembling faintly in his hand.

His brow was tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with gravity and vigilance.

What exactly was this golden curtain?

How could it so easily repel him, the Asura God?

Bibi Dong stood to one side, her brows drawn tightly together as a powerful sense of foreboding surged within her.

This golden curtain had appeared far too strangely—right as the Spirit Hall Empire was on the verge of collapse. And it had even repelled Tang San with nothing more than its aura...

Can my plan still be realized?

Xiao Gang is behind the Heaven Dou Empire's lines. Could he be in danger?

Will this unknown Heavenly Screen disrupt all our arrangements?

Qian Renxue clutched her chest and gasped violently. The backlash from burning her divine soul and godhood made her blood and energy churn, while the divine aura around her began to fade rapidly.

She raised her head to stare at the golden Heavenly Screen, her eyes filled with confusion and unease.

This vast and majestic aura...

Why does it feel vaguely familiar?

It was like the aura she had sensed from the Angel Statue in the Worship Hall, yet purer and more powerful.

What exactly is this thing?

At the same time, the battlefield below had also fallen into Stagnation because of the Heavenly Screen's appearance.

All the soldiers stopped fighting and looked up at the golden Heavenly Screen blanketing heaven and earth, their eyes filled with reverence and fear.

"What exactly is that thing? I've never seen such a bizarre Heavenly Elephant..."

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer, unease in his deep voice.

"The Spirit Hall Empire is already retreating step by step. If we hold on a little longer, we can crush them completely, yet