The Power of the Divine Spirit. It was terrifying indeed.
Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, and others had a look of reverence in their eyes. They had previously only pondered over the immortal divine body of the God of Hongmeng, knowing that the God of Hongmeng was extremely powerful, an Immortal True God. They could simply pray and receive divine grace. But they did not hold much reverence in their hearts.
However, the scene just now, where tens of thousands of soldiers along with the plains and hills were instantly reduced to ashes, deeply shook their souls. The Divine Spirit not only had grace as vast as the ocean but also possessed might like a prison.
"Respectfully inviting the issuance of my God's divine mandate!" Jing Ni, having casually obliterated the Mongolian Army with a palm strike as if swatting a mosquito, felt no ripple in her heart. Kneeling in the void, she spoke respectfully.
"Granted!"