Who knows how many times it has been destroyed, the Divine Kingdom that originally needed two or three hits to shatter, now dissipates with a gentle touch, like clouds of smoke.
The deity that initially threatened him, scared him, later cursed him, berated him, and eventually pleaded with him, now had a fixed gaze, absent of any intelligence, like a puppet.
At this moment, Xu Mu couldn't help but frown.
Although the deity in front of him was so fragile that even a breath could destroy him, it seemed that he couldn't completely vanquish it.
Because no matter how he destroyed it, it would gather itself again after a while.
In the beginning, it would become weaker with every disintegration, but once the number of destructions reached a certain level, the strength would cease to decline.
"It seems that to destroy him, one indeed needs to annihilate the source!"
Xu Mu pondered with a furrowed brow.
What is the source? Naturally, it's those who worship this deity.
