Independent Time-Space, Divine Mechanism City.
On the Bell Mountain throne, the Immeasurable True God suddenly noticed a few red hairs growing on his arm.
The hairs writhed like little worms.
The Immeasurable True God raised an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on the three red strands.
They gave off a faint red glow — a sign of an ill cause.
“Who are Asulong, Wuzhen, Jianling?” he murmured.
“Oh, so that’s it. They suffered a setback; the gods behind them followed cause and effect to trace who Han Bing is—”
“Hmph, overestimating themselves.”
The Immeasurable True God casually slapped his hand down.
Smack!
The three red hairs snapped.
Powerful divine force traveled along the strands of cause and effect, leaping across countless time-spaces and striking the three divine generals behind Asulong, Jianling, and Wuzhen.
Boom—
The three free-willed divine generals’ faces changed drastically.
Statues in countless temples cracked and shattered as they tried to resist the hidden-time-space counterstrike that had descended upon them.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Temples exploded by the dozens before the three divine generals finally managed to dispel the attack.