Hongjun... he had actually killed the Sacred Beasts so easily.
No, he had actually dared to kill the Sacred Beasts?
Far away in the Endless Starry Sky, Ao Yue sensed Meng Zhang's life rapidly fading. His eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
“This is bad. Meng Zhang and the others...” Inside the Pangu Primordial Spirit, Gungun's expression changed dramatically as he rapidly assimilated the mysteries of setting up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.
"Amitabha. They did this to protect the Primordial World left behind by the great god Pangu, to keep it from falling into Hongjun's hands. Their merit is boundless!" Zhunti sighed.
"Junior sisters, how is it going?" Tongtian asked Houtu and Nuwa.
"We need a little more time to bring Dijiang and the others fully back to life," Nuwa replied.
"Very well. Then we'll hold Hongjun off!" Jieyin said.
"Senior brother?" Zhunti's expression shifted slightly.
"Junior brother, haven't you sensed it? With the Sacred Beasts falling, the Primordial World will undergo a great upheaval," Jieyin told Zhunti.
At those words, Zhunti realized something, and his expression turned exceedingly grim.
"Roar!" Soon, Jian Bing threw back his head and roared in fury. Bang! His body exploded, dissolving into countless rays of light that vanished into Chaos.
The moment he fell, at Heaven's Western Pole in the Primordial World, boom! The giant turtle Heavenly Pillar, barely held up by the divine power of countless Tiger Tribe immortals and gods, shattered with a thunderous crash. The sky tilted, and in an instant, endless waters from the Heavenly River poured down. The earth shook, and the Western Spiritual Veins... were damaged once again!
"Aoo!" Then Meng Zhang, too, dissolved completely into light and vanished. The moment he disappeared, the same thing happened at Heaven's Eastern Pole in the Primordial World.