The body entwined with divine power and law meant it had no broadly defined fatal weakness.
Even when its body was pierced and limbs torn by Lu Wenwu, its power remained unaffected.
The degree to which its blood bar was weakened was not ideal.
"Trash time... boring," Lu Wenwu muttered to himself, taking bold strides forward again.
Suddenly, he sharply sensed that something seemed different.
In the eyes of the God of Justice and Judgment, only the eye whites maintained their golden color.
The remaining parts had been completely engulfed by blackness.
A complete emotion finally emerged within those indifferent divine eyes—a surge of something called fury.
The face, once as cold as an ancient ice mountain, now twisted into a snarl, teeth gritting fiercely.
"Heretic!!! I want you dead!!!"
With just a thought, a large amount of holy light abruptly pulled it away from Lu Wenwu.
