Xia Ping 'an had killed the Type 8 Revered God of the Winged Demon Clan with a single punch. After the Type 8 Revered God had been reduced to ashes, the bloody red feathers of light formed from the shattered Life Source Divine Weapon began to fall from the sky like snow, as if the Divine Weapon was mourning its fate and the fate of its master.
This attack had scared the only remaining Winged Demon God who was still fighting Xi Qing. When Xia Ping 'an killed the clone of the God of Black Feathers, he had thought that it was some kind of illusion or some secret technique of the clone. However, in an instant, the two experts were directly shattered under his eyes. Their life force was completely extinguished, and he couldn't even feel it. This was not right.
Especially the blood-colored feather of light that fell when the divine artifact was shattered. It was even more impossible for it to be an illusion or a fake.
