Si Xi lied on the ground. His broken chest had been healing itself speedily, but large streams of blood were still flowing out of his mouth.
"Hou Tu? The Earth God? Where the hell are you bunch of b*stards from?"
Si XI cursed while vomiting blood. He had survived great dangers, conquered countless difficulties; for thousands of times, he almost died in battles against non-humankind beings. But what happened even more was he climbing out from piles of dead bodies.
Yet today, the true Fire God Zhu Rong and the true Earth God Hou Tu, what was this?
The heaven had fallen, leaving no one but Kua E and his brothers surviving in the sky, barely guarding the heaven. Those were only thousands of relatively weak descendants of ancient divine Gods. If the heaven and earth great formation hadn’t been protecting the heaven with its terrifying power, any top-grade human clan could do serious damage to the heaven.