The God’s head flew up into the air, and there were two of them. It was as if they were flying together. The crowd was dumbfounded and their hair stood on end.
Ying Zhexian turned around and saw this scene. His cold and beautiful face immediately froze. This was... the slaughter of a God!
It had been a year since they last met. The young Evolver from the Netherworld had experienced many ups and downs and everyone around him had died. His body had actually grown to this stage.
No one dared to believe it. This was too illusory, like a myth!
Those who could reach this stage were all well-known figures. They were all direct descendants of the various races. However, who could slaughter a God at this age was too shocking.
Even if it was a genius from the Yang World, a god-level genius who fought for the frozen pond at the end of the mystic realm, could they rise up so quickly? It was also impossible!