She swung the Angel Holy Sword, carving a perfect arc through the air.
Tang San let out a scream as his divine consciousness shattered once more, golden flames burning across it.
Those golden flames radiated an incomparably sacred aura. The searing pain made his screams ever more shrill, his face increasingly twisted, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell!
Gradually, the flames died out. Under the effects of Creation Power, that strand of his divine consciousness returned once more to the state it had been in when Huo Yuhao first captured it.
"Huo Yuhao—no, Lord God of Creation, please spare me! From now on, I'll obey your every command and serve you faithfully!"
Tang San begged desperately. Perhaps Tang San, the former outer disciple of the Ba Shu Tang Sect, still possessed some fearless spirit in his bones, but Tang San, the God King who had stood above all others for so long, had long since lost it.
"Is begging all you can do?"
"The once lofty Tang San can show such an ugly side too?"
As the other members of the Spirit Hall Empire spoke, they charged forward one after another. None of them had reached the level of gods, but under the influence of Creation Power, Tang San was not only unable to resist, but had also become incredibly fragile.
Even attacks below the level of gods could injure him and inflict pain upon him.
"Humiliation! This is simply the greatest humiliation! A bunch of ants who haven't even reached the level of gods dare attack me? In the past, I only needed to make the slightest move to reduce these ants to ashes!"
Thoughts surged through Tang San's mind like a tidal wave. He endured blow after blow, pain spreading throughout his body as the expression