Everyone thought that beneath that talisman, A Tian's body and soul would be annihilated, instantly reduced to nothingness.
No one believed A Tian could withstand that blow. This was no longer power that a Lower God-Human could endure.
Even Wen Bu Jun himself, after using the talisman he had drawn, lost control of his body and collapsed to the ground. The light and shadow of his divine soul shattered around him, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his body seemed to have been drained dry. His once handsome, spirited face had become gaunt as kindling, his hair gray-white and withered, like a dead man about to be buried in a coffin.
Everyone stared at the talisman pasted to A Tian's forehead, waiting quietly for the scene they imagined to unfold.
Such a terrifying strike would surely blast A Tian into nothingness. No matter how powerful his recovery ability was, it could not bring a God-Human who had vanished from the world back to life.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
Several seconds had already passed, yet the scene they had imagined still had not appeared. The expressions of the many God-Humans gradually became strange.
Even Pan Xiaoning and Yue Hongyan changed expression, seemingly unable to believe the thought that had surfaced in their minds.
Until the ten-second duration of the attack ended, the expected scene still did not appear.
Once the restraints of the rules were gone and it was Lin Shen's turn, Lin Shen raised one hand and pressed it to his forehead. Before everyone's disbelieving eyes, he peeled the talisman off his forehead.
Pan Xiaoning's eyes nearly popped out. "Fuck... what is going on...?"
Yue Hongyan had long since been shocked speechless. That was a talisman containing the might of the Jade Emperor God, yet it had