The battle of the Upper Gods truly opened Fang Jie's eyes, though there were some things he couldn't see clearly. Some things he could see, but Fang Jie couldn't understand, so he could only jot them down for now.
"If only I had constructed a divine art to enhance vision back then, or one that could capture images, that would be great."
As Fang Jie pondered, he continued to watch; at this moment, no words would be timely.
Besides, such major battles are not something that can be seen easily; many gods might witness it just once or twice in a lifetime. At this very moment, the situation of the two divine beasts was extremely dire.
Although the two Winged Tigers were very powerful, their physical strength was incomparable to that of the gods opposite of them.
Every time they clashed head-on, the gods could only use divine arts to counter and absolutely dared not use their own bodies.
