Seeing the only two countermeasures rendered ineffective, Lin Shen knew that this time was stable.
Some of the God-making Race had already begun to quietly retreat; facing such a terrifying Emperor Tianshu, mere numbers were no longer sufficient to ensure victory.
Moreover, Emperor Tianshu was not alone—behind him stood the support of the Celestial Race, whose profound heritage was not to be underestimated.
No matter how fiercely Wei Er erupted with strength, or how his form shifted, the omnipresent light, as if locked onto him, rendered all his actions futile. The light patterns on his body became increasingly numerous, looking as though they could shatter at any moment.
Suddenly, the radiance of Emperor Tianshu dimmed significantly.
"What's happening?" Lin Shen saw the dimming light, and the originally bright void now seemed to be covered with dark clouds.
