At that very moment, Fuxi's Primordial Spirit had already been swept into the World-Destroying Millstone by the Little Beast Emperor.
The terror in his heart could not be described in words.
He had begun begging Lin Tian for mercy because circumstances were stronger than he was, leaving him no other choice.
And yet.
Lin Tian stood calmly within the River of Fate, on the back of the Little Beast Emperor in his World-Annihilating Thunder Beast form.
Inside Fuxi's Sea of Consciousness, he watched serenely as Fuxi's thousand-zhang serpentine body was drawn, bit by bit, into the Millstone Eye of the World-Destroying Millstone.
To Lin Tian.
No matter how much Fuxi begged, it would make no difference.
Now.
Unless he taught Fuxi an unmistakable lesson, this scheming old Primordial God born at the dawn of Chaos would stir up wind and rain in the Primordial World with his younger sister Nuwa again as soon as Lin Tian eased the pressure.
The power of the World-Destroying Millstone that the Little Beast Emperor unleashed now was quite a pleasant surprise to Lin Tian.
Lin Tian had expected that even if the Little Beast Emperor had attained the capabilities of a Chaos Great Encompassing Golden Immortal, he would still fall more than one level short of the Primordial Gods in cultivation, ability, and mastery of the authority of the Chaos Union with the Dao Art.
And yet.
Through his Chaos Union with the Dao Art, the Great Annihilation Art, and this World-Destroying Millstone, which had regained most of its authority now that Shen Ni had vanished from the Primordial World, the Little Beast Emperor had unleashed such might that Fuxi had nowhere to flee-a Primordial God who could conceal himself within the River of Fate at any moment and wielded the Great Fate Art,