As the Spatial Blade collapsed, its fragments exploded in his hands.
Even though the leader of the Celestials had already retreated upon seeing this, he still watched those sharp fragments shoot outward.
His incomparably powerful armor, capable of withstanding a planet's collapse, shattered at that moment.
The leader of the Celestials looked at Wang Yang before him. Facing him directly, he could clearly sense the terrifying power emanating from him.
It was a kind of mental pressure, almost substantial enough to take physical form.
The leader of the Celestials was an absolute powerhouse, but even he could not help feeling somewhat suffocated by this.
The collapse of those Spatial Blades had torn apart the armor on his body.
His armor, which had returned to normal, had already been torn apart, leaving him looking utterly bedraggled.
One fragment had even flown straight toward his neck. Had he not dodged quickly, even if he would not have died, he probably would not have fared much better.
From then on, the powerful divine power within him constantly twisted and churned with energy, seemingly trying to restore his body.
Even with his extensive combat experience, he could not help panting heavily now.
This battle also reminded him of the scene when he had first been born.
Back then, he had been no more than a creature of flesh and blood. He had escaped the monsters pursuing him and had suffered some injuries.
Wang Yang before him now seemed just as terrifying.
But he was no longer who he had been back then, after all.
Some of the injuries on his body gradually healed as well.
Wang Yang also looked at this terrifying fellow with a somewhat strange expression.
"As expected of the strongest of the Celestials. You really are powerful!"
Wang Yang could not