After Nezha died and Wanda and the others joined the fight, Heavenly Court soon found itself in trouble.
The Ancient One swept both hands outward, conjuring golden magical blade-fans that she hurled through one Heavenly Soldier and Heavenly General after another.
Laufey opened his mouth and breathed out a vast sheet of ice, freezing the enemies before him.
Hela hovered in the air, sending out sword after sword with all the bearing of a sword immortal.
Seeing the three of them display such power, the Black Order refused to be outdone. They entered their Divine Descent states and charged into the enemy ranks.
In no time, Heavenly Court's million soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and the gods on the Investiture of the Gods came under immense pressure.
Li Jing clutched Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels and Fire-Tipped Spear, overcome with grief.
"My son! No..."
As a god listed on the Investiture of the Gods, Nezha had his Divine Soul sealed and controlled by it. But as long as the Investiture of the Gods survived, the souls within it could not die. They could be revived again and again.
Just now, however, Li Jing had felt Nezha's Divine Soul vanish from the Investiture of the Gods.
It meant the enemy had somehow erased Nezha's Divine Soul from it. His son could never be revived.
No wonder Li Jing was devastated.
Jinzha and Muzha came to their father's side, their faces full of sorrow.
"Father, this isn't the time to grieve."
"That's right, Father. If our third brother is watching from above, he wouldn't want to see you like this."
They had had their differences with Nezha back in the mortal world, and had never been close.
Even after entering the Investiture of the Gods, their relationship had barely improved. They usually did little