A finger to kill a God was earth-shattering and heaven-shaking.
The broken shell of the statue scattered everywhere, and the White bones rolled in all directions like a flood.
The nearby cultivators dodged in a hurry, afraid that they would be drowned by the flood of white bones if they were a few seconds slower.
The square was completely silent. Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. They didn't expect that the seemingly invincible yanshen would collapse into pieces.
He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, but it turned into a sigh in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, as Tang Zhen had said, yanshen was just a shell made of earth. He looked fierce, but he was not as powerful as he had imagined.
In fact, he could not even be considered a God. Otherwise, he would not have been defeated by Tang Zhen in the first exchange.
