Only after ten full breaths did the world-destroying storm of energy slowly subside.
Crack.
An exceedingly faint cracking sound rang out beside Chen Lin's ear.
He looked up and recalled the East Emperor Bell from midair. The bronze bell's surface had dimmed considerably, and a slender crack had appeared along its already damaged rim.
Chen Lin rubbed the crack with his fingertip, his gaze turning cold.
The East Emperor Bell had been a defective item he had picked up at the Garbage Station. Unleashing even a tenth of its power was already its limit. Withstanding a mid Deity Transformation opponent's desperate self-detonation had only made its condition worse.
Looks like I'll need to find some supreme-grade divine materials, or return to the Garbage Station and see whether I can patch it up, Chen Lin thought.
Putting away the East Emperor Bell, Chen Lin turned toward the hall.
At the center of the explosion, not a single bone remained of the Three-Tailed Flood Dragon. It had been utterly reduced to dust. But a few survivors remained at the hall's edges.
Kunpeng was gravely wounded, his wing broken. The Giant Ape had a hole burned through its chest, while the azure bird was trembling so badly with fear that it could not even gather its demonic power.
They had hidden in sheltered corners along the edges of Cangyuan Hall, narrowly escaping the heart of the blast. But now, as they stared at Chen Lin's completely unscathed, dark-gold figure, nothing remained in their eyes but boundless terror.
"My lord, these remaining pieces of trash..." The Star Moon Demon Saint stepped forward. Dark-red flames flickered along the Seven-Flame Fan in her hand, and the killing intent in her eyes had yet to fade.
"Don't waste time. Finish them quickly." Chen Lin's tone was calm,