At the highest point of the Star River, only Yi Hao's enormous Divine Body towered majestically.
Luo Hongyan, equally a Divine King, no longer emitted Divine Power of light and darkness, nor spilled any sign of life.
He seemed to have already perished.
He, who merged light and darkness and whose combat power and realm surpassed many Divine Kings, had turned into such a pitiful state in such a short time.
He had no breath, his wings were bare, and his whole body was shrouded in the silence of death.
Every God Spirit who could see Him realized that He had endured a fierce godly battle; they all knew He had been defeated.
To be defeated often meant death.
The God of Destiny, Yi Hao, with an indifferent and cold expression, did not even glance at His body.
He merely stared at those ancient beasts still howling toward the sky after the Silver Radiance Sky Curtain had shattered, a sneer appearing at the corner of His mouth.
"It's useless, they can't withstand a single blow."