Both sides had wielded their spirit artifacts.
In the end, it had still been Yan Di, with a single stroke, cutting down the sun!
The golden giant that Pan Botai had transformed into staggered backwards.
Severe wounds had appeared on the giant's body as several of the spirit symbols as well as patterns that constituted it were shattered, dripping down like fresh blood in the form of streams of light that disappeared within the air.
Pan Botai's true body was once again revealed at the brows of the golden giant.
His figure seemed more old and rickety than before, his face slightly pale.
The old man's throat throbbed for a few moments as he could feel something sweet in his mouth, as though blood could spurt out of it at any time, if not for him not forcibly suppressing it back down.