The array disappeared, and the six puppets dissolved into streams of white light, disappearing as if they had found transcendence.
"Is it over just like this?"
Xiao Chen felt a bit regretful.
A divine-level opponent is rare and hard to encounter.
Ever since he completed the rules and source of heaven and earth and realized the new Tao, he had never exerted his full strength, always feeling a sense of emptiness.
The puppets of the six True Gods' remnants, strong enough to break his Emperor Heaven's No Tao, were undoubtedly more powerful than the Divine Race managers, making them very suitable opponents, but it's a pity they exited the stage in such a manner.
"Let it go, the dead are gone!"
Xiao Chen put away his thoughts.
Mighty Divine Spirits, to be made into puppets, already lacked dignity; now is not the time to be calculating.
