Martial Immortal Suppresses Gods, Long Sword Startles the Sky

In the depths of the distant dark starry sky, a vast, boundless blue torrent was churning and struggling madly. It was none other than Haeptis, the God of Water Magic, who had fled earlier!

Yet where was even a trace of the divine might with which he had once swept across the Pano Plane?

The originally boundless torrent of divine power that had engulfed heaven and earth now seemed to be forcibly kneaded and torn apart by some irresistible great power, constantly cracking and twisting.

It felt as though he were a slime being wantonly kneaded in someone's palm.

If the scene had not been so tragic, it might even have seemed somewhat comical.

And the source of all this stood directly before that blue torrent.

It was an indescribably enormous figure.

His body stood silently amid the cosmic starry sky. The radiance cast by countless stars shone upon him, yet appeared dim and feeble.

As though those stars hanging high in the universe were merely fireflies adorning his side.

The instant he saw that figure, Lynn's gaze shifted slightly.

Because he was no stranger to this person.

The source of the Body-Refining Wizard spell he had cultivated to this day, the Hercules Body, was this very being before him—the Morning Star Extremity powerhouse born of Furnace Stone, whose name resounded throughout the South Region of the Wizard World: Hercules!

Before descending upon the Pano Plane, Lynn had already contacted him.

It was simply that, after the planar war had raged all the way to this point, this foremost existence beneath Radiant Moon had finally arrived late.

Fortunately, he had come at precisely the right time.

He had happened to intercept Haeptis, the God of Water Magic, at the very instant he escaped the Pano Plane.

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