In the heavens, Li Xuancang stood tall and unmoving, while Xue Tu and the others were sent flying.
They quickly steadied themselves, too rushed to inspect their wounds as they stared fixedly at Li Xuancang.
Their eyes held shock, terror, and worry...
The spectators were even more stunned, too dumbfounded to utter a word.
"How could this happen?"
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"I don't believe it. I don't believe it."
"..."
The Blood Race's wild laughter came to an abrupt halt, and their morale instantly collapsed.
They could not accept the fact that their war god had been defeated.
"Hahaha, good! Wonderful!"
"Marquis Wu'an is invincible! Long live Marquis Wu'an!"
"Marquis Wu'an has exalted the divine might of our race!"
"..."
In stark contrast to the Blood Race's deathly silence, the Human Race erupted into earth-shaking celebration.
They were so overwhelmed with emotion that their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
They roared themselves hoarse, venting all the worry, fear, and despair they had felt before...
The Human Race had believed defeat was certain and had already prepared to die. Yet when misfortune reached its limit, fortune turned; Li Xuancang had reversed the entire situation through his strength alone.
"Both are at the middle stage of the Dharma Body Realm. Why is the gap between Xue Tu and Li Xuancang so immense?"
The spectators gradually recovered from their shock, though they remained puzzled.
Xue Tu had broken through to the middle stage of the Dharma Body Realm many years ago. Even if Li Xuancang had also reached the middle stage, he should have broken through only recently. Why was the difference between them so enormous?
Even with the aid of seven Blood Race Dharma Body Realm experts, Xue Tu was still no match for Li Xuancang.
"It is not that Xue Tu is too