The God Lord Moqi had already been forced onto the defensive under Bai Wang and Qing Shuo's combined assault. Zhang Yu's strike had seized precisely the right moment, leaving Him nowhere to evade. It lashed directly across His body, and amid a burst of golden light, He staggered sideways and fell.
Of course, whether it was the body or the posture of being struck, all of it was merely superficial appearance—a manifestation of divinity. Calling it an illusion would not have been wrong. At the deepest level, the battle between the two sides had, from beginning to end, been a clash and confrontation between Heartlight Seal mana and divinity.
Seeing the God Lord suffer a heavy blow, Bai Wang and Qing Shuo had no intention of giving Him a chance to counterattack or resist. Each brought forth the ritual implements in their hands and attacked Him.
Under the unceasing strikes, bursts of radiance bloomed from within the God Lord Moqi's body. The light flickered between brightness and dimness, strength and weakness, showing that the power within His body had become profoundly unstable. The conflict between strength and weakness had grown increasingly violent, and the more so it became, the harder it was for Him to sustain Himself.
Rather than saying He had suffered the impact of external force, it was more accurate to say that He had been burdened by the explosive surge of His own power.
And beyond the internal turmoil, there were external influences imposed upon Him as well. For instance, the Clear Vault Aura that Zhang Yu had drawn down from outside had transformed into a Turbid Tide, twisting the Dao mechanism and making it highly unsuitable for the Moqi Gods.
When facing weak enemies, this might not have affected Him much. But His present opponents were