The deathly silence filling the sky had yet to disperse. The black death flames lingering in the void still scorched heaven and earth, and that earth-shaking strike still left the entire ten-thousand-mile deadland steeped in an oppressive sense of impending collapse.
Both of Tarrossa's bodies had suffered irreversible, devastating injuries. The divine power of his original Destruction body had scattered, and his Divine Body was cracked. His Fire Clone had overdrawn its essence and was on the verge of disintegration. He had completely lost all ability to fight, floating limply in the dark void, his aura feeble and depleted, already critically wounded and near death.
In an instant, the situation had plunged into an utterly hopeless crisis.
Shiheng stood straight as a pine, taking one steady step forward to stand alone at the very front of the entire team.
The Three-Element Divine Power of Life, Fate, and Destruction surged heavily within him, held in reserve. Three-colored divine radiance flowed around him, firmly protecting his Divine Body and soul. Alone, he faced the thousand-foot demonic body high above, faced this Five-Star Highgod fiend who wielded pure death essence and whose pressure suppressed heaven and earth. With his own body, he shouldered the team's last chance of survival.
He swiftly turned his head, his gaze falling on Emperor Star, the only Midgod in the team who still retained his full fighting strength. His expression was grave as frost, his voice low and resolute, without the slightest hesitation:
"Emperor Star, don't hesitate any longer. Lead everyone away immediately, protect the badly wounded Tarrossa, and retreat to the twelfth floor of the Tomb of the Gods at full speed!"
Emperor Star's nerves were already stretched to their limit. At these words, his expression instantly became utterly solemn, and his heart grew heavy.
He had