502 Entering Vast Cliff Path

"These false 'ghost gods' are no weaklings. Who knows how long each of them has survived? The power they have accumulated is enough to rival experts at the Manifest Spirit Dharma Body level!"

He Ping was likewise astonished by the strength of these eight fallen deities. These false gods condensed from Incense and Fire Prayer Power might have endured from ancient times to the present. Like artifact spirits, these fallen deities possessed extraordinarily long lifespans, hiding here and growing powerful to this extent.

"What a pity. Of all the people they could provoke, they just had to come after me... Heh heh, this is nothing but driving sheep into a tiger's jaws—courting death!"

As his thoughts flickered, He Ping stepped through a mysterious footwork. With a thunderous boom, he planted his foot in the void as though he stood upon solid ground.

At the same time, his body split into several forms. Each formed hand seals, shifting unpredictably; every image of himself erupted with power and launched an attack.

This was combat power multiplied tenfold. The surrounding vital energy churned violently. Even a single He Ping possessed earth-shaking strength, and now ten He Pings counterattacked ferociously, pouncing toward all directions and assaulting the grand formation. Originally, the eight fallen deities had intended to besiege and ambush him, but the situation flipped in an instant. He Ping had divided into ten and taken the initiative to surround them instead.

The situation abruptly became absurd!

As this terrifying tenfold combat power erupted, the eight great fallen deities were immediately pushed into a disadvantage.

"Formation! Join forces! Slay him!"

At the sight, the three-headed, six-armed divine being was fiercely startled. In an instant, a wave of spiritual intent pierced through the void and connected with the other seven fallen deities.

"Join hands—join hands