This... was that a joke?
Gongshu De felt as though a gigantic train weighing a thousand tons had slammed viciously into his weapon. The terrifying force traveled through his Destiny Divine Artifact and into his body. Even with the Divination Prodigy's Destiny Divine Artifact covering him, he still could not block the horrifying force of Jiang Chen's impact.
There was no helping it. Not only did this guy possess boundless strength, but few materials in the Three Realms could rival the toughness of his body.
Jiang Chen's charge carried neither Divine Power nor Primordial Beginning. It relied solely on pure strength and physical toughness. Even so, Gongshu De clearly felt that unstoppable force pierce through his body and send him flying.
The Blood Dance God was in even worse condition.
Under Jiang Chen's impact, her Destiny Divine Artifact, the Blood Spirit Orb, was smashed straight into her face by sheer force. The dreadful impact rattled her brain senseless, knocking her unconscious.
If not for the Divination Prodigy enduring the damage and catching her, who knew where she might have been flung.
As the attack descended, the God of Breaking Formations watched Jiang Chen draw ever closer with unstoppable momentum, and the fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
The companion he trusted most, the companion that usually gave him endless confidence, could no longer calm his heart. An incredibly absurd thought surfaced in his mind:
Throw away his weapon and run without another word. Run as far as he could, without ever looking back.
The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
Then he suddenly remembered that he was one of Anxing's Seven Heroes. The God of Breaking Formations forced himself to tighten his grip on the Warhammer and held it before him.
"You damn fool,