Mu Qingxia lay on the ground, her face deathly pale. Her Godhead was shattered and her divine power obstructed, leaving her severely damaged divine body unable to repair itself. She could only lie there like a puddle of sludge, her eyes filled with vacant despair.
"You're asking for death!"
Bai Xuanzhao's gaze was icy, and his speed was astonishing. His figure became a blurred streak of dark-gold light, closing in on Yun Che almost the instant Mu Qingxia was sent flying.
He thrust both palms forward. The pitch-black orb between them suddenly erupted with a dense aura of destruction, and countless tiny black patterns spread along his arms, as though a savage beast poised to devour its prey was about to burst out of his body.
Before the force of his palms arrived, a terrifying pressure powerful enough to tear space apart enveloped Yun Che. Even the divine power in the air was churned into a frenzy by this force, letting out piercing hisses.
"Tell me where Qi Tianjun is. Is that so difficult?"
Yun Che's expression was indifferent. With the assistance of Non-Sword, a Spirit God Treasure, his already heaven-defying combat power had become even more incredible.
The warhammer in his hand instantly turned into a silver chain. The moment it wound around Bai Xuanzhao's right foot, Yun Che swung him viciously into the ground.
With a thunderous crash, web-like cracks instantly spread across the hard floor tiles. Amid the billowing dust, Bai Xuanzhao could not help crying out in pain and spitting out a mouthful of blood. It felt as though more than half his ribs had broken.
Bai Xuanzhao rose and forcibly circulated his divine power, trying to break free of the chain. But he discovered that a strange power clung to it, constantly devouring his divine