A group of divine beings were terrified; since their ascension to divinity, they had never encountered such a frighteningly powerful entity.
In the distance, streaks of light flickered, and figures quickly reassembled, flesh and blood regenerating, restoring in an instant.
After all, they were divine-level beings, and would not die so easily.
"Huh, they didn't die?"
Yang Yuan was slightly surprised and looked closely to find the reason quickly.
It turned out that the divine souls of those gods had merged with the rules; merely destroying their physical bodies could not truly kill them.
To truly kill them, one must destroy their divine souls.
Thinking this, he stretched out his hand again.
In an instant, his palm covered like a vast sky.
This scene directly scared the divine beings, who had just regenerated their flesh and blood, into a panic, each turning around to flee without hesitation, their speed indescribably fast.
