"Hao! Shi! Yi!"
The Legate's incomparably furious voice rang out from the huge pit. He had wanted to kill Lin Feng just for a word of defense, let alone now that he had been reduced to such a sorry state by Hao Shiyi.
Boom.
The huge pit on the ground suddenly exploded, and a figure shot straight into the sky.
"Down you get!"
The murderously furious Legate had yet to approach Hao Shiyi when he suddenly saw something. A fist—an incomparably huge fist, flickering with infinite starlight.
Horrifying. It was just too horrifying. He had never seen a fist so terrifying. Moreover, when the fist smashed down, he actually felt as if he was dead.
Dead? Impossible!
How could a deity die?
Without breaking the Astral Power of a Divine Realm expert, they would almost be undying. However, his Astral Power was still intact. How could he die?
