“Ah!” The falcon god was blasted away; his blood gushed and stained the azure.

Numerous spectators shuddered - an Eternal had just been pierced by countless swords.

Everyone assumed that he was dead until they saw him slowly come to a halt, still trembling.

He looked quite pitiful with blood everywhere; his clothes ripped and torn. The worst damage was in his chest with the largest hole. The rest of his body was penetrated as well. In short, he resembled a sieve at this moment.

Without the last-second help from Shaochen, he would have been turned into a mist of blood or even just specks of dust.

People heaved a sigh of relief...