Several tentacles extended from Tang Hao's body, dragging Tang Chen's body toward him.
At the same time, Tang Hao's body split open in an extremely bizarre fashion, growing a gaping, blood-filled maw that swallowed Tang Chen's body whole.
It also pulled the fallen head over, and Tang Hao's injuries instantly healed.
His aura abruptly returned to its peak-no, it even surpassed that peak.
Tang Hao now had two heads, and four pairs of blood-red wings sprouted from his back.
He now resembled a true god descending upon the world, looking down upon all the assembled powers.
Even Su Ling felt immense pressure.
Tang Hao's overwhelming presence left everyone struggling to breathe. Even Bibi Dong, who was the Rakshasa God in disguise, stared at Tang Hao in disbelief.
He had spent so long in the Divine Realm, yet had never known such a god existed.
Judging by the aura Tang Hao now radiated, his strength was no weaker than his own in his descended state.
In other words, his opponent was someone who could truly kill him in the lower realm.
"Qian Daoliu, Su Ling, I owe all of this to you two."
Tang Hao let out a crazed laugh, the Blood God Spear in his left hand and the Asura Sword in his right, his arrogance reaching its height.
"Tang Hao, you've gone too far. You actually ate your own ancestor."
Qian Daoliu was utterly furious, though not because Tang Chen had once been his opponent.
After all, Tang Chen had already fallen, and he would not mourn his death.
What angered him was that another great battle was now inevitable, and he would probably have to endure another long, bitter fight.
Su Ling stepped forward, preparing to use Absolute Zero against Tang Hao.
Although Absolute Zero was guaranteed to