Yang Ming's Eighth Soul Ring was dazzling, shimmering with six different colors that matched the six Infinity Gems set into his Infinity Gauntlet: orange, yellow, grape purple, sky blue, pink, and aqua blue.
Although Pope Bibi Dong and Grand Consecration Qian Daoliu had already prepared themselves for the possibility that Yang Ming was still alive, seeing him appear again shocked them no less.
Even more shocking was the Eighth Soul Ring slowly revolving beneath Yang Ming's feet. Its six unprecedented colors seemed to mock their incompetence and helplessness!
"What kind of soul ring is that? Why can Yang Ming manifest a soul ring like that without hunting a soul beast?"
Pope Bibi Dong was no fool. Indeed, a fool could never have climbed to the position of pope, above tens of thousands. With her sharp mind and quick reactions, she soon realized that she seemed to have uncovered Yang Ming's secret—the very foundation of his strength.
If I could obtain that secret...
Pope Bibi Dong's heart burned with desire, but her cool reason quickly doused it with a bucket of cold water.
Now was not the time to think about that. She had to figure out how to deal with Yang Ming after he had revealed yet another trump card!
"Hah! Hah!"
Qian Daoliu panted heavily. Even the angel wings on his back beat feebly. That last attack had consumed most of his divine power and strength; it had been nowhere near as effortless as it looked.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Qian Daoliu saw Yang Ming emerge completely unscathed. His chest tightened, and he nearly shut down.
Is this World Heretic truly invincible? Even that couldn't kill him?
Qian Daoliu instinctively glanced up at the heavens. He could sense the gods of the Divine Realm watching him, closely