Godslaying.
It seemed that this phrase had resonated with something, causing millions of feet in space to tremble.
Around Han Muye, Jin Hong, and Yu Shaotang, a layer of flame rose up from their bodies.
The battle intent on Han Muye's body condensed to the extreme, transforming into a golden-armored phantom behind him.
"I only have a remnant soul left, but with the power of the Heaven-Stabilizing Seal, I can mobilize the Sword Origin and injure the opponent once." Looking at the golden-armored phantom behind Han Muye, Yu Shaotang spoke in a low voice.
"There is only one chance."
They had the will to slay a god, but not the power to do so.
Yu Shaotang looked at the phantom behind Han Muye, his face showing a trace of desolation.
He too had once been filled with such soaring battle intent, yet he ended up with only a remnant soul left, barely clinging to life.