The same Fa Tian Xiang Di, the same three heads and six arms.
Only the weapons were no longer six wolf-fang clubs.
They were six clumps of nebulae, whipping close in an instant.
The wolf-fang club was still in Liusu’s hands, following left and right with Yaoguang, coordinating attacks with Qin Yi.
They used to joke “the wives beat him,” but in truth they had already become true auxiliary wings; the main strike now was Qin Yi’s.
If anyone bled first, it would be Qin Yi.
He had long since grown into the most solid wall before everyone.
“Rumble—!” Heavy cannons roared from behind, providing fire support strong enough to tear open positional realms.
They were getting more and more adept at this, finding it both fun and useful...
Luo Hou did not find it fun — this was deadly!
His true body of course could still manifest, no worse than a demonic dragon’s frame; he likewise took on the Law-that-Manifests-Heaven-and-Earth form and the three heads six arms, colliding headlong with Qin Yi.
An earth-shattering blast tore out.
The little positional realm that had nearly fractured finally collapsed completely; cracks spread like glass, scattering into the void, and the environment seemed to teleport — becoming a field of stars, a universe.