The atmosphere was somewhat quiet. In midair, Bu Fang and Nethery were staring at each other, while all the other people held their breath and watched from down below.
All the people present were knowledgeable. After all, the weakest among them were Gods, and they knew very well what Bu Fang was facing now. He and the dead woman were fighting with their divine sense.
Compared to the clash of strength, the clash of divine sense was more dangerous and had higher odds of ending with one side being completely crushed.
Bu Fang was just a Demigod. In these people's opinion, no matter how gifted he was, his divine sense would not be too strong. Perhaps, at this moment, his spirit sea had already been smashed to pieces.
The silent battle had gone on for too long, so much so that the experts down below were beginning to stir. After all, the Heavengod's treasure was not far away from them.
