Even if the God of Twilight were forged entirely of iron, how many nails could he withstand under such concentrated fire?
In the end, amid Li Yi's roar, the divine greatsword in his hand severed the God of Twilight's head.
This true god of moderate divine power had been completely slain beneath everyone's combined assault.
This battle had darkened heaven and earth, and millions of lives perished in its course.
Even more than a hundred Legends had died, and that was only thanks to Huo Ling's support with a massive number of Greater Devil projections.
For Great Xia, this battle had also been a bone-deep wound.
But Great Xia had won in the end. So long as there was victory, no matter how many sacrifices were made or how much was paid, it could all be replenished through the spoils of war.
The God of Twilight's divine kingdom had already been battered into ruin, riddled with breaches through which the Outer Void could be seen.
After killing the God of Twilight, Li Yi carefully dug out his divine spark. It was enormous, nearly requiring Li Yi to encircle it with both arms.
The divine spark shone like the most dazzling gem in the world. No—even all the gems in the world combined could not outshine the divine spark now reflected in Li Yi's eyes.
Meanwhile, Huo Ling was busy absorbing an ocean of spirituality. The spirituality of the divine kingdom's heroic spirits and petitioners all ended up benefiting Huo Ling.
Only after quite a while did Huo Ling finally recover. This harvest had been immense; he even felt that so many potential points could help him take another step forward.
Huo Ling emerged from the mage tower and teleported to Li Yi's side.
Li Yi was still standing with his