Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, and Snow Empress—the seven God Kings all took a step forward at once.
Seven divine lights rose together: purple-red, pale gold, deep blue, nine colors, ice blue, silver-blue, and silver-white. They wove a dazzling divine canopy above Spirit Hall, like a vast carpet embroidered with seven-colored threads, descending over everyone's heads.
As they took that step, the entire sky seemed to sink. The river of stars on the horizon shifted slightly, as though something had struck it.
Deep within the Divine Realm, several ancient divine temples shuddered at once. The deities dwelling inside all raised their heads and looked toward the mortal world.
They did not know what had happened. They only felt the foundations of the Divine Realm suddenly sway beneath their feet, like a pebble dropped into a deep pool, sending ripples spreading outward, ring after ring.
The corner of the Asura God King's Divine Soul Fragment's mouth twitched.
The hem of his dark red robe stirred without wind, billowing faster and faster, like his heartbeat at that moment.
He suddenly wanted to turn and leave, but his feet seemed nailed to the air. No matter what he did, he could not lift them.
He suddenly understood something: Fang Fan had not acted, not because he could not, but because he did not need to. With him standing there and those seven God Kings behind him, they formed an invisible wall.
That wall was neither tall nor thick nor heavy, yet it stood there, impossible to cross or go around.
Tang San's throat bobbed.
He wanted to say something—a threat, something to save face, something that would restore everyone's courage, including his own.
But when he opened his mouth, something seemed to block his throat. He