It was quite easy for Fifth Senior Brother to kill a god with one slash. Han Fei couldn't help but sigh. Fifth Senior Brother was the first and only existence he had seen so far who seemed to be able to kill a god without borrowing anything.
He didn't even know that the mist of history, such a mysterious thing, could become a peerless power.
At this moment, although the divine tribulation was coming, Fifth Senior Brother didn't stop. He glanced at the remaining gods on the battlefield with cold killing intent. As he formed seals in the air, a massive amount of historical mist spewed out of the wine calabash, like tentacles baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, reaching out to those gods.
The eight gods who were in the middle of a battle all stopped fighting, trying to get rid of the current situation. They still had a trace of hope that they could survive, so they were still resisting.
