Sword energy swept across thirty thousand miles; a single sword stroke chilled fourteen provinces with frost.
Below Jialing Pass, the sky lost its former colors, stained by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Crimson-gold sword light blotted out the heavens and the sun, hiding both sunlight and moonlight. As the Sword of Judgment descended, the Battle of the Two Gods finally reached its conclusion.
When the sword shadows dispersed and sunlight once again shone upon the earth, only a thick blood mist remained in the air, falling in successive waves of bloody rain.
When dealing with enemies, Lin Qian either did not kill them or erased them completely, leaving no future trouble.
Deities were the strongest beings in this world. Even after they fell, they could still be resurrected as long as their bodies remained.
Tang San in Douluo I had been just such a case. His heart had been crushed and his divine soul damaged, yet because his body remained intact, the Asura God had exploited a loophole to resurrect him.
In this respect, they were like the mighty immortal cultivators of the Immortal Sect. As long as a wisp of their soul remained, they could possess someone or reincarnate as they pleased, enjoying a second spring.
That brought things back to a certain San, who had been reborn in Douluo after leaping off the cliff at Ghost-Sees-Sorrow. He had seized the body of the native Tang San and stirred up wind and waves with his memories of his previous life, hogging every last chance to show off.
Thus, whether body or soul, anything that fell into his hands would be utterly destroyed.
Looking at the two masses of red mosaic in the pit, Lin Qian did not lower his guard, even though they had been dead for