972 Divine Statue

"God's blood?" Qin Wentian furrowed his brows as his eyes gleamed with sharpness. The long spear he'd materialized with the God's Hand had dissipated. His heart was filled with bewilderment. What did the Golden-Winged Great Roc mean by its parting words?

He stared at his palms that were shining with a resplendent light, both interwoven with currents of power from his two bloodlines.

"That golden-winged roc was truly fearsome. I'm afraid it most probably still had many other innate techniques it had yet to display. I could only kill it by piercing through its body with an overwhelming attack." Qin Wentian's heart trembled. If his last attack had failed to penetrate the great roc, he would've truly been at a loss on what to do next. There were no other attacks in his arsenal of techniques that could surpass the power of that final strike.