All eyes were on him.
In the distant sky, the enormous, roiling mushroom cloud still had not dispersed.
A figure flew out of it.
Ao Lingsi hovered in midair, the Demonic Energy surging around him distorting even the light nearby.
He looked down at himself. His dark gold armor bore a few more charred marks.
The shield covering his body had dimmed considerably, but it still had not shattered.
He raised his head and laughed wildly at the sky.
"Hahahahaha!"
His laughter, projected through his mind, spread across the entire battlefield, filled with boundless mockery and disdain.
"You ants, what can you do to me?!"
Inside the Command Center.
Everyone turned deathly pale at the sight.
One technician's voice trembled.
"S... signal lost... Pangu Mecha... confirmed... confirmed destroyed."
Long Zhan clenched both fists, staring fixedly at the wildly laughing figure on the screen.
Zhao Gang's lips were dry. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he could not utter a word.
A nuclear bomb with a yield of five megatons.
Detonated at point-blank range.
And it had not even broken his shield!
How were they supposed to fight this?
High in the sky.
Pope Gregory VII stared blankly into the distance, the radiance around him dimming.
Despair could not help but surface on Queen Ellari's exquisite face as well.
Muradin and Warwick had just drunk Life Spring Water. Their injuries had healed considerably, and their auras were fierce, yet a profound sense of helplessness now welled up within them.
If they could not break through his defenses, they had no chance of victory.
That thought spread through everyone's hearts like a plague.
On the ground.
News that the Demon God was still alive reached every soldier through various means.
The faint hope that had just risen with the nuclear