The fifth-tier Celestial God struggled mightily!
The wave of infinite national luck, combined with the oppression of the divine residence, turned into sacred runes spreading everywhere. This formed a power akin to an eternal seal. His fight against the River of Humanity was equivalent to resisting the national fortune of Chu Yuan's entire Imperial Dynasty.
If it was only the force of national luck, it might have been manageable, but there was also a divine puppet bombarding him.
The divine puppet's offensive power was nowhere near as great as his defensive power, yet it was on the same level as him and was unafraid of his counterattacks.
"Who can tell me what the hell is going on here? Wasn't the Martial Emperor said to have left Dawu? There's no force within the Great Wu Dynasty that can suppress a Celestial God. What is all this national luck, and what the hell is this thing? No, I refuse to be suppressed here!"
