One day later.
On the outskirts of the Battle Circle.
Little White was still working part-time here, taking treasures out of Dimensional Space one by one.
Just then, the earth suddenly fell silent.
"Is it over!?"
Little White's heart jolted. It quickly rushed up a hill and looked into the distance. Only after spotting Wang Hao did it finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
But in the next second, Little White was completely stunned.
After a full day and night of relentless bombardment, the land had been utterly transformed. Dense craters covered every inch of it, while even the void had been torn and warped.
After dying an unknown number of times and using the Seventh Sword an unknown number of times, Great Devil King Wang Hao had already killed half of those pursuing him.
As for the half who had survived, it was neither because they were exceptionally strong nor because they had been lucky. They had simply given up fighting for the godhead and hidden far away as spectators.
After all, Wang Hao's shameless style of dying, reviving, and immediately unleashing an ultimate move was something they truly could not afford to provoke.
Of course, there were also plenty of people who refused to believe it and chose to fight Great Devil King Wang Hao to the bitter end.
Yet after a day and night of fierce battle, Great Devil King Wang Hao still had not been killed. The fact that they had survived at all was already a blessing from their ancestors.
Wang Hao stood expressionlessly upon the ground as streams of blood continuously turned into lines and flowed into his body, strengthening his physical form.
At this sight, discussions instantly broke out among the crowd.
"Has this guy given up resisting again!?"
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