Everyone thought that Tian would perish under that talisman, immediately dissolving into nothingness.
No one believed Tian could survive this hit, as it was a force no lower-ranking Divine Being could withstand.
Even Wen Bujun, who had drawn the talisman, fell to the ground uncontrollably after using it. His Divine Soul Light Shadow shattered, blood flowed from his seven orifices, his body seemed drained, his previously handsome and vibrant face turned gaunt and withered, his hair turned grey and dry, as if he was about to be laid in a coffin.
Everyone was staring at the talisman on Tian's forehead, silently waiting for the imagined scene to occur.
Such a terrifying strike was bound to annihilate Tian, and no amount of recovery power could possibly bring back a Divine Being who had evaporated from the human realm.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
