The explosions gradually subsided, and the orange-red flames slowly dispersed. The temperature of the entire planet cooled at extreme speed.
The metal that had melted in the high heat solidified once more.
Everyone's vision gradually returned to normal.
Old Man Gongshu hovered in the air, gasping for breath.
The top-tier Divine Power within him had been mostly depleted, becoming faint and insubstantial.
The massive cannon behind him, which had unleashed a world-destroying radiance, continuously broke apart and crumbled as Old Man Gongshu's Divine Power was consumed.
It was not hard to see that Old Man Gongshu had exhausted all his strength and lost the ability to fight.
Zhan Li, who had taken the World-Destroying Cannon head-on, was in even worse condition.
His left shoulder had vanished along with the cannon fire.
The power of Old Man Gongshu's all-out strike had far exceeded his expectations. In his current bedraggled state, he no longer resembled the strongest member of the Dark Prosperity Organization.
He stood half-bent, blood constantly seeping from the left side of his body.
It was no exaggeration to say that the force of Old Man Gongshu's strike had surpassed his current level. But if he had had a chance to defend himself, he certainly would not have ended up in such a miserable state.
Lin Yi activated the Wings of Gale and landed beside Old Man Gongshu.
"Old man, I didn't expect you to be this formidable. But you probably don't have the stamina to keep fighting now, right? Should we leave first? You know as well as I do that killing Zhan Li is practically impossible."
Lin Yi gently used Gravity Control to support Old Man Gongshu's body, allowing him to barely straighten up. The kid was rather considerate—he had not let Old Man Gongshu lose face before