The Heavenly Heaven God groaned softly as he slowly retracted his foot.
Half of his foot had been obliterated, and there were still the remnants of undying flames and a profound darkness. It was clear that he had suffered heavy wounds.
Meanwhile, the giant Vermilion Bird that had been formed by An Lin and Xu Xiaolan had already been kicked into oblivion.
Both of them had suffered wounds of varying degrees. Between them, Xu Xiaolan had suffered the heavier wounds, with numerous gashes caused by blades of space evident on her jade dress. Her entire body was drenched in blood. Moreover, forming the Vermilion Bird to flee from the Supreme Heavenly Gods had already consumed exorbitant amounts of her blood essence. At this moment, she was completely spent as she lay in the arms of An Lin.
