The Eighth Divine General's world of spiritual power had utterly collapsed!
The imprints of tens of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals, nurtured over countless years, had all been crushed to pieces in that clash!
Those imprints were the spiritual marks he had accumulated through countless years of fighting alongside the soldiers under his command. They were the foundation of his spiritual power, the capital that had allowed him to stand at the Supreme Peak of the Fifth-Epoch King realm!
Yet now, those imprints were fragmented like shattered porcelain, almost impossible to restore!
"Pfft!!!"
The Eighth Divine General spat out another mouthful of blood, and his aura declined at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The imposing presence that had once shone like a blazing sun had now dimmed into a guttering candle in the wind.
Though it was still the aura of the Fifth Epoch realm, it was utterly unlike before!
Previously, he had stood at the Supreme Peak of this level and was already preparing to strike at the next realm!
But now, with his spiritual power severely damaged and his strength plummeting, he could only barely maintain this realm!
Any great power of the same realm would be able to stomp on him!
The Eighth Divine General's body swayed precariously in the void. The expressions of the twelve Golden-Armored Immortal Kings changed drastically as they rushed forward together, intending to support their lord.
"Don't touch me!"
The Eighth Divine General let out a low roar, his voice carrying an indescribable humiliation.
He forcibly steadied himself and raised his head to look at Su Bai.
That white-robed young man still stood where he was. His white robes fluttered gently in the starwind, his black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and his expression remained calm.
There was not