Thousands upon thousands of silken strands of energy emerged from every human deity except Tang San, finally converging around Su Chen's dragon body. The radiance shining from Su Chen resembled a newborn sun.
"I'll lend you a hand too!"
A familiar voice rang out, and everyone turned toward it. Tang San froze.
"Xiao Wu!"
"Xiao Wu!"
"Xiao Wu!"
The newcomer was no ordinary person, but the one Tang San loved most deeply: Xiao Wu.
"Xiao Wu, you're still going to help him?" Tang San frowned.
Still?
Indeed, Tang San had said "still," not "too"! This was the second time Xiao Wu had helped Su Chen.
"Are you still Xiao San? No, you're no longer the Xiao San I knew." Xiao Wu shook her head in disappointment and sorrow.
"Xiao Wu, what happened to you?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.
Only after Zhu Zhuqing drew their attention to it did everyone notice Xiao Wu's condition.
Xiao Wu no longer wore her familiar Scorpion Braid. Her long hair hung loose down her back, reaching her ankles. She still wore the Rippling Skirt, but it was covered in dust. Coupled with her somewhat haggard face, it was clear that something had happened to her.
"It's nothing too serious. He merely forcibly stripped away the half of the Asura God's divine seat that was in me," Xiao Wu answered.
"What?"
"Forcibly stripped away your divine seat?"
As the God of Speed, a Second-Level God, Zhu Zhuqing knew full well that forcibly stripping a deity of their divine seat was like tearing a bone out of a living person. The pain and cruelty defied description.
Not only Zhu Zhuqing, who was close to Xiao Wu, but even divine beasts such as the Silver Dragon King, Di Tian, and Bi Ji-and even the deities who had nothing to