A god had fallen. The sky darkened, golden raindrops fell without cease, and the heavens mourned as though they were weeping.
The power of laws dispersed, and everyone looked toward the center.
Beneath the darkened sky stood a man wreathed in Purple Thunder, divine fire flickering in his eyes.
Two bolts of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder surged skyward from his palms.
It was as though his lightning would shatter the darkness!
Such an imposing presence struck terror into the gods.
The Asura God remained frozen at the end of his slash. Although he was not panting, veins bulged all over his body, and golden blood flowed steadily from the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.
These were signs that he, too, had suffered serious injuries.
Seeing Cao De's phantom in this state, the Asura God's heart sank into the depths.
He had caught a sword strike imbued with the power of laws bare-handed without suffering a single injury.
Even if Cao De came in person, he probably could not defeat him.
The golden blood falling from the sky dripped onto his body, steadily healing his wounds.
"Lord Asura God, restore peace to the Divine Realm!"
"Lord Asura God, you can do it!"
"Lord Asura God..."
The dying gods on the battlefield ignored their own injuries and offered their purest divine power to the Asura God.
Feeling his wounds heal, the Asura God's eyes blazed with fire.
I cannot lose yet! I must not lose!
I will restore clear skies and a just world to the Divine Realm!
The Asura Sword sensed his heaven-piercing fighting spirit as well. The power of laws spread across it and instantly poured into the Asura God.
The power of laws swept through his body, then gathered and solidified on its surface, forming a suit of