The sky fell utterly silent, dead still.
It was as if that enormous divine hand no longer existed. If not for its shadow blotting out the land until it was dark as night, one might have suspected the danger had passed.
Yue Yang raised his head.
He watched for a long time, waited for a long time.
That sword strike had drained every ounce of his strength. Along with the spiritual power of everyone supporting him, it had transformed into endless Sword Qi and shot straight into the heavens.
Had the God-Slaying Sword succeeded?
If it had slain the god, why was there no reaction? If it had not, why had that unimaginably huge divine hand stopped, hanging in midair? The bizarre situation and abnormal circumstances were impossible to fathom. Even Yue Yang, clever as a demon, could not make sense of it.
Rumble...
Above his head, that divine hand slowly moved again.
A wave of disappointment surged through Yue Yang's heart. He had never imagined that after fighting to such a state, he still could not do anything to his opponent.
Worthy indeed of a lofty "god"!
But then—
On second thought, he felt relieved.
With his Undying Supreme Will, he could stand unyielding even in a Peerless Realm. How much more so for a "god" who had comprehended divinity before him and possessed a divine spark!
"Clumsy puppet, irritating remote-controlled consciousness—everything is so boring. If my true body were here, I could destroy you in one second. Be proud while you can, boy, but let me tell you: today is only the beginning." An incomparably powerful will, like a savage bandit barging brazenly into another person's home, forcibly broke through Yue Yang's mental defenses and viciously projected itself into his mind. This was the consciousness of the "god"