[Divine Majesty]
The ethereal divine power, mixed with the stench of blood, erupted suddenly, engulfing all the warriors within hundreds of ters. The suppression from the root of life made them fall exhausted like harvested wheat.
Screams, howls, and wails pervaded the air filled with the scent of blood, the clashing sounds of weapons and armor resonating continuously. The absolute power stemming from the [God] trait was showcased vividly at this mont.
This is the power of God!
Under the divinity, everything else is but an ant!
Ye Mingqiu looked at the fallen warriors with indifferent eyes. These warriors seed weak and powerless, but in fact, the weakest among them was at the Leader Level, and many were even at the Monarch or Dominator Level.
However, even Dominator Level warriors would still be suppressed by the power of the [God] trait.
His gaze turned toward the white-haired man standing steadily opposite him, Li Jing.
At this mont, a golden power fluctuation erupted from Li Jing’s body, a power belonging exclusively to [Qi Refining]. The golden qi on his body resisted the effect of Divine Majesty, seeming unaffected.
’Did you indeed have a counterasure?’
Ye Mingqiu was not surprised. In a top-tier world like this, it’s normal for powerful humans to have additional abilities to counter Divine Majesty.
If nothing unexpected happens, the pinnacle of [Qi Refining] might even ignore the passive damage immunity of the Divine Shell, causing complete damage instead of being largely resisted.
"Blood Erosion Tyrant, the Six Great Gods have now descended upon the Chaoge Royal City. If you persist in your folly and continue this battle, you will surely et your end here."
Li Jing sternly shouted, his face grim.
"Oh? Is that really so."
Ye Mingqiu’s eyes lit up, his mouth curled into a grin, revealing stark white teeth. The nacing smile was like a Other Shore flower blooming in hell, the blood fla of murderous intent rising again, becoming even more terrifying.
"This lunatic!"
Li Jing cursed inwardly. If it were any other normal person, they would certainly retreat in such a situation, staying away from danger. Yet, this lunatic was even more thrilled at the prospect of the forthcoming battle.
Must delay as much ti as possible!
"Dang!"
A shocking hum resounded as Ye Mingqiu stabbed the Blood Spear directly into the ground, the crimson hue firmly rooted, standing steadfastly.
Ye Mingqiu exhaled a breath of turbid air, whispering softly, almost inaudibly to himself:
"I... have wanted to do this for a long ti."
"Bang!"
The next mont, Ye Mingqiu crushed the ground, his body shooting forward at exceptional speed, almost instantaneously arriving opposite Li Jing. The scene he’d rehearsed countless tis in his mind aligned with reality, and he unreservedly hurled his fist toward Li Jing’s head.
"Boom!!"
A thunderous explosion rang out, the golden qi-refining Iron Fist positioned in front of Li Jing forcibly blocking the blow, but the ground beneath him crumbled under the imnse pressure.
’What a heavy punch!’
Blood trickled from the corner of Li Jing’s mouth. With only Level 7 Dominator strength, even using the power of [Qi Refining], he couldn’t completely withstand the power of that punch.
Even more terrifyingly, he felt a penetrating force in the opponent’s fist. Although he had blocked it with the Iron Fist, the force still penetrated his body, inflicting significant damage.
As expected of the Blood Erosion Tyrant, formidable like a monster, but if it’s just this level, I think I can still hold on for a while longer...
"Boom!!"
The terrifying roar erupted again, explosive power blossoming from the Iron Fist. Cracks appeared in the proud qi-refining Iron Fist, and the penetrating force spread throughout his organs.
"Pfft!"
Li Jing’s eyes widened in pain, the penetrating force reverberating through his insides, causing him to cough up blood as he staggered back.
No ti to think, no ti to react, the third punch, fourth punch, fifth punch... Fists rained down like a torrential wave, swallowing him whole with penetrating force.
"Bang!!"
The Iron Fist shattered, transforming into countless golden qi-refining fragnts flying through the air, and behind this scene, the face of the Blood Erosion Tyrant beca increasingly distinct, the fist reflected in Li Jing’s cloudy eyes rapidly approaching, heralding the arrival of death.
"Bang!!"
A dull thud erupted as Li Jing was instantly sent flying, crushing countless soldiers, shattering nurous weapons and armor, and finally halting only after crashing through a war chariot.
Dazed eyes struggled to focus as Li Jing gazed at the pitch-dark sky, seemingly seeing his ultimate destiny. As a warrior, dying on the battlefield was a fate he had long anticipated, though he hadn’t expected it to co at this particular mont.
"Any last words?"
Ye Mingqiu withdrew the Blood Spear, standing not far from Li Jing, the Crimson Blood Dragon Horse behind him snorting a little fire from its nostrils.
"Cough cough! Blood Erosion Tyrant, you even afford the chance for last words. I am indeed honored." Li Jing slowly got up, spitting more blood from his mouth, the dent in his chest glowing with golden light, sustained by life-saving qi-refining.
"Speak."
"Do not kill these soldiers. To you, they are but ants, insignificant roles..."
"Sssht!"
The Blood Spear pierced through Li Jing’s chest, denying him the chance to finish his words. Ye Mingqiu looked down at him without offering any response.
Subsequently, he withdrew the Blood Spear, turning his gaze toward the battlefield of the War of the Gods, fire burning in his eyes.
Chaoge has fallen, the gods have gathered, indicating that there might be soone or sothing worth the Divine Race’s attention on that battlefield. Staying here to waste ti with a bunch of ordinary people is an unwise move.
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