This was the power of Level Nine.
None of the Level Nines doubted their own strength. Seeing the state of the ground, not a single expression appeared on their faces, because Great Black Heaven was completely unharmed—his aura had merely weakened somewhat, nothing more.
Great Black Heaven's aura had indeed weakened. In that instant, he had burned two drops of divine power in succession to withstand that wave of attacks. It had to be said that the damned Level Nine controlling the Light Holy See's golden flying warship had seized the timing to perfection.
After enduring that wave of attacks, he swiftly vanished from where he stood. When he appeared again, he was already in the sky.
His appearance had not changed; even his clothes were undamaged. He stared coldly at the Level Nines.
"If this is all you have, then I'm afraid you can forget about driving me away. The Light Holy See and the Glory Empire are nothing special after all."
Great Black Heaven suddenly burst into laughter. After fighting to this point, these people truly had no way to deal with him.
After fighting for half a day, two Level Eights had died, yet Great Black Heaven had not lost a single hair. Qianyue, Standa, and the others narrowed their eyes.
Standing in the sky, Standa gazed coldly at Great Black Heaven and thought, Do we have to use the divine oracle on him?
He glanced at Gladys and Jebu. Both of them had those spatial shock bombs, making them truly difficult to kill. Though Level Eights meant little on a battlefield like this and could only provide feeble restraint.
Just as he was about to speak, Qianyue stood in the distance, bathed in moonlight and cutting a cool, ethereal figure in the sky. Looking at Great