There was no rumbling explosion, only a slight cracking sound. The thousand-foot divine being, like porcelain, was shattered and directly disappeared into the void.
Jingtai seemed to have been injured, his face looking somewhat unwell, as if his whole body was in inexplicable disorder.
But this was not the time to think too much.
It was just a divine representation of incense; he had absorbed decades of the power of incense, assimilated millions of drops of essence blood, and had deep reserves to destroy one.
He had more!
...
The confrontation between Chen Yuan and Jingtai reached a boiling point the moment they clashed, with no reservations whatsoever, each intent on killing the other to gain time.
The others had similar intentions.
