At that moment, lightning flickered faintly across the sky. Ying Tiecheng held his power in reserve, ready at any instant to strike the Pan God with the force of a thunderbolt.
The entire Pan God's Ruins erupted. Countless Pan Tribe Ghost Soldiers, and even blood slaves, rushed out to save their god.
But a sweeping barrage of lightning met them. Another round of thunderbolts fell like rain, scouring the whole of Pan God's Ruins.
This time, not a single Ghost Soldier tried to hide. No matter how great the danger, they had to save their Ancestral God!
Facing the blood cloud, True Lord Zhu Yucheng said coolly, "Pan God, stop pretending. Don't think we don't know that Pan God's Mountain is your true body. This blood cloud is just another of your Doppelgangers."
"But this Doppelganger must hold half your power, doesn't it? I wonder how much you'll have left after we destroy it."
His words made Pan God's Mountain tremble. It stretched and undulated through the Netherworld like a great dragon, then twisted as though it were alive.
"Attack!" A cold glint flashed in Zhu Yucheng's eyes. He struck first, sending a Yin and Yang fish hurtling toward the blood cloud.
At the same time, Yuan Ruiyun and the other True Lords unleashed their strongest attacks against it, paying no heed to Pan God's Mountain, which seemed to have come alive.
Pan God's Mountain twisted and shook, seemingly about to rise as a giant towering into the heavens. Then a peak came crashing down from midair.
Iron Pillar Peak!
Boom! With an earthshaking crash, the towering mountain collapsed. All of Pan God's Ruins shook, and the ground split inch by inch in many places.
Countless Ghost Soldiers and blood slaves plunged into the fissures. The chaos looked like doomsday.