The Wind Burial Cannon unleashed such tremendous noise and light that it instantly drew the attention of countless giants on the city streets.
Ahead, the three fleeing dragons instinctively stopped and turned, watching the pillar of light rising behind them in shock.
"What's going on? Was someone else lying in ambush?" Yellow Dragon asked in surprise.
"That's where we just passed!" Green Dragon frowned.
All three dragons had noticed a human standing in an open stretch of street not far behind them, one arm raised high. Clearly, he had created that pillar of light.
Meanwhile, high in the sky within the pillar, the Seam God was completely engulfed in a blinding mass of energy.
Under the slicing of countless tiny Wind Blades, the Seam God's body had long since lost its human shape. The endless blades tore through him, the raging Wind Element energy forcibly dismembering him into flesh, blood, and bone before shredding those further into muscle fibers, bone fragments, and droplets of blood...
"Holy shit! An instant kill?" Yellow Dragon's eyes widened in disbelief.
This old man was a 12-Star god. What did it mean to tear a 12-Star god apart in one attack? Even the Dragon Clan's Three Grand Elders couldn't do that.
"No, he deliberately gave up resisting. He isn't dead!" Black Dragon stared fixedly at the pillar above, expression grave.
Within the pillar, the Seam God's shredded flesh and bone fragments were actually reconnecting and reconstructing themselves little by little.
Though the Wind Blades scattered them again as soon as they took shape, the blades had a time limit, after all.
As time passed, the Wind Burial Cannon's energy rapidly faded, while the reassembling mass of flesh within the pillar began growing rapidly.
Soon, the cannon's light vanished entirely, leaving only a meter-square mass of