After trading blows with the Rakshasa God for a few breaths, Tang San retreated and lay motionless on the ground, his fate unknown.
The Asura God had not let Tang San fight for long. The divine power available to him was limited to begin with; he only needed to ensure Cao De was not taken away.
He believed Cao De would compromise under this invisible pressure.
By then, Against the Shadow and the other two had flown to the Nuomi Church Master's side.
Bibi Dong also wanted to come in and help, but Cao De stopped her with a telepathic message.
The battlefield was now filled entirely with gods, and he was the sole variable. Sending more people in would only send them to their deaths. There was nothing they could help with.
Cao De watched the battlefield, constantly weighing his options.
Just then, golden threads appeared across the heavens, running horizontally and vertically to form a vast golden net that enveloped the entire continent.
Wisps of black poured down through the center of the golden net, gathering into the headwaters of a black river.
The Rakshasa God teleported into the air, and the black river cascaded down.
Basking in its flow, the Rakshasa God narrowed his eyes in pleasure. His tattered clothes and battered body instantly recovered, restoring his lofty, imperious appearance.
"So good! So good!" the Rakshasa God murmured.
There was no divine power on the continent. Even with his true body present, he could only draw upon his own divine power.
After the explosion, even that had been contaminated by a strange energy. Less than a tenth of his strength remained, and many of his abilities were unusable.
But now, the High God had actually allowed divine power from his domain in the Divine Realm to pour