The Talisman God has already fallen, only a tiny bit of divine consciousness remains on the object, and the conjured deity statue is useless.
Wan Zhi attacked the apparition continuously, watching as the phantom gradually faded and laughed heartily.
"You once looked down on me, saying I could never become a god in my lifetime. And now? You're dead first. In the future, the Aotian Continent will be my domain, I will tear down the sacrificial divine halls of your Five Gods, and both heaven and earth shall only have me as the true god!"
You cannot become a god.
Just as Wan Zhi finished speaking, a voice suddenly appeared.
No, it wasn't a sound from the surroundings.
It was more like a thought. It floated into everyone's mind at the same time, including Wan Zhi's.
