The sky was covered in dark clouds. Kun Peng flapped his pair of wings and created a hurricane that roared across the great defensive magic formation of Pu Ban City. Kun Peng’s heartbreaking roars sounded like a poor orphan, who had just lost an entire family, shrill and sad.
Ji Hao found the perfect way to deal with the divine Gods. He approached them with the golden bridge, then trapped them with the Pan Bu bell. After that, no matter how strong the divine God was, he or she could ever escape, just like rats trapped in iron buckets.
What happened next was Ji Hao banging the bell as hard as he could. Those divine Gods might be incredibly powerful, they might have amazing abilities, but eventually, their bodies would be crushed bit by bit by the Chaos power released from the Pan Gu bell. Their flesh and blood would be absorbed by the bell, and at last, their entire bodies would become nourishment for the bell.