The majestic voice that echoed in Tang San's mind grew ethereal towards the end, but Tang San was still filled with reverence. Without asking, he understood that both the golden silhouette and this commanding voice originated from the true Sea God, or rather, an imprint that the Sea God left in this world. For the first time, he had glimpsed the threshold of divine skills.
As Tang San regained control over his body, the four severely injured Titled Douluo had just managed to climb up from the distant ground, their faces filled with horror. In the air, the purple fragments that Bi Bidong's body had turned into were rapidly spiraling and coalescing, stitched together under the effect of strands of purple light patterns. Moreover, these fragments were surrounded by an extraordinary circle of purple light patterns.
