The situation seemed to have returned to the moment when the Lone Sword was giving his all to execute a deadly move.
All the great beings involved in the planning of this affair once again turned their gaze towards the Divine Dynasty's Tian Hui City.
Over fifty divine consciousnesses in the skies above Ningzhou sighed in despair.
Even the Dao Palace, which had been motionless from the beginning, now trembled slightly.
It was as if the previous silence was only to accumulate strength, and the tremors now represented the stored power, eager to be vented somewhere.
...
Xie Tian, with all his might, seemed to try to lift his proud head.
This could be his last struggling reluctance, everyone thought.
But of what use were his struggles?
Before the Taoist, Xie Tian, who had always stood tall, couldn't even stand up, much less prop himself up slightly.
His struggles were merely a perfect portrayal of powerlessness.
