Charging into the Divine Realm

Countless tragedies unfolded across the continent, now riddled with wounds.

Entire families were buried beneath collapsed houses, unable to cry for help, left only to await death.

Some watched their relatives and friends get crushed to death by rocks hurled up by the battle's shock waves, then collapsed into pools of blood, crying out helplessly.

Others had their limbs crushed and suffered grievous injuries. Unable to move, with no one coming to their rescue, they could only watch their blood spread across the ground and despair as their lives slowly ebbed away.

On the battlefield high in the sky.

Every god bore wounds, clear proof of how brutal the battle had been.

Li Changqing was no better off. He, too, was covered in injuries.

After all, only two or three months had passed since his soul had fully fused with the Kunpeng true blood.

Moreover, Li Changqing had spent that time indulging himself rather than cultivating. He could barely manifest even the most basic Kunpeng profound meaning.

Without his soul's fusion with the Kunpeng true blood, he would not have been able to unleash the Kunpeng profound meaning at all.

"Adversity truly breeds life, while ease breeds death. Looks like I can't keep indulging myself as I did these past few months."

Still, Li Changqing had not drawn on the power of the Kunpeng true blood, which was why the fight had been so difficult.

Otherwise, never mind these twenty-one gods—destroying the entire Douluo World would have been effortless.

His reason for not using the Kunpeng true blood was simple: he was nowhere near a life-or-death crisis yet. Using it now would be a pure waste.

Just then, hundreds of terrifying auras emanated from the rift in the sky.

The Asura God laughed heartily. "Gu Yuena, Li Changqing, you're finished!