Ten minutes later.
All divine power was completely annihilated and dissipated.
The blood-colored giant, who had already had two arms broken, spread his arms once more, and his injuries fully regenerated.
Roar!!!
He roared furiously, swinging his axe one after another, chopping at the platform of The Three Pristine Ones.
At this moment, no god or Buddha could appear to stop him.
Only the increasingly dense red mist surrounded them.
In the distance, on another ruined platform of gods and Buddhas.
Zhang Rongfang withdrew his gaze from over there and turned to leave slowly.
'Even gods and Buddhas require the brains of mortals to persist, but now, no matter what injury I receive, it will automatically heal, quickly regenerating.
This kind of infinite regeneration is merely a prerequisite for those three branches.
Perhaps... those legendary eternal beings truly exist?'
His mind was flooded with countless thoughts.
