Ning Fan, with his hands behind his back, said indifferently, "Your power is not infinite; every recovery weakens you. How long can you hold on?"
Deities are born from the universe, and their divine power stems from their place of origin; the Wind God's power comes from the wind, the God of Fire's power comes from fire, and the Ice and Snow Goddess's power comes from ice and snow.
But Jie Luoxi does not possess the core essence of a deity; he is merely a thief who has stolen divine powers.
Once this power is exhausted, he will immediately lose his current divine form.
"Bastard! Don't think you can defeat me like this!"
Jie Luoxi's eyes sparkled fiercely, and after a low roar, an illusory light gathered around him, forming a long saber.
The divine power met with the Godhunting Power, condensing into a long saber, which looked as if it truly existed!
With the appearance of the long saber, also came the surging divine breath that soared into the sky, even dispersing the clouds.