"They were repelled just like that?"
"Defeated miserably?"
They stared blankly at the vanished wreckage.
This battle had exhausted all their trump cards. The opponent's Demon God remnants acted personally, and they thought they were surely doomed, yet the God of Hemons had personally descended...
"It actually took just one blow..." murmured Amiro.
In reality, it was a mutual destruction situation.
Fu Qingjun had completely emptied all the resources collected during this period, considering it a gold-hitting strike. However, this mutual destruction in front was still a huge gain, Fu Qingjun himself was always hiding in the shadows...
"Did we perhaps change primordial history?"
"The great God of Hemons has actually descended!"
They looked again at Bailong's wreckage on the ground, and towards the vast vortex eye in the sky, larger than the sun; at this moment, everyone began to gaze benignly at it.
Crack!!
Everything abruptly cleared.
The colors in the sky seemed to vanish,
