Lightning snakes were flying all over the sky. The God Lord and Futian were a hundred feet apart, staring at each other. Traces of blood flowed out from the corners of their mouths at the same time, and the divine warrior spirits behind them turned into thousands of streams of light and disappeared at the same time. It was unknown whether they were destroyed or seriously injured.

There was dead silence all around.

The God Lord and Futian, the powerful man from the Divine Martial Realm, were both injured.

"Lord God!" Finally, several blessed priests came to their senses and shouted excitedly and worriedly.

"So, you are the God Lord. You should be the strongest in this continent. As long as I kill you, no one will be my opponent!" At this moment, an unexpected scene happened. Futian sneered, holding a long sword in his hand, stepped into the air, and walked towards the God Lord step by step. The long sword in the God Lord's hand made a series of crisp sounds, turned into fragments and scattered into the dust, and his entire right arm suddenly sprayed out thousands of blood threads.

Everyone's heart fell into an icy valley at the same time.

They only saw that the Divine Lord had ascended to the Divine Martial Realm, that he had been building up his strength for a long time, while Futian was at the end of his strength. However, they forgot the most important thing: the Divine Lord's sword was ultimately no match for the Divine Martial Realm's divine weapon. In a battle between the strongest, the slightest difference could determine life or death, let alone such a huge gap in weaponry!

"Go to hell!" Futian looked at the Lord God's severely injured right arm with contempt, and chopped it off with his long sword.

Seeing that the only powerful person who had surpassed the peak in the Continent of Gods, or even the entire Holy Continent in a million years was about to fall under the Futian Sword, and once he died in battle, the entire continent would be completely finished, all the priests were extremely anxious.

"Sir!" Hundreds of priests flew towards the Lord God at the same time.

But with their injuries so severe, it was already extremely difficult for them to float in the air for nine days, so how could they possibly save anyone? Many people cried out in pain, tears streaming down their faces.

"Eight Wastelands, the God has fallen!" Suddenly, Mu Hanyan's clear shout was heard.

Looking through the misty eyes, the slender figure turned into a sharp arrow, piercing towards Futian without hesitation.

Everyone was slightly stunned. No one had expected that Mu Hanyan would actually stand up at such a critical moment. While they were moved by Mu Hanyan's fearlessness, they couldn't help but sigh secretly: If they caught up in time and fought together at the risk of their lives, there might be a chance to save the Lord God, but Mu Hanyan was alone. Wouldn't it be courting death to rush forward like this?

"You don't know what death is!" Futian obviously thought so too. He snorted coldly and slashed at Mu Hanyan with a knife.

Although he was no longer as full of contempt for this inferior training space as he was when he had just split the space rift, in his opinion, the only one who was truly qualified to be his opponent was a Divine Lord. How could he take a cowardly little girl like Mu Hanyan seriously? So, he only used 30% of his strength in this strike. If it weren't for the fact that his strength dropped significantly due to the forced use of the Divine Martial Servant Soul Guide, he would not have bothered to use even 30% of his strength.

At this time, Futian had no idea how heavy a price he would pay for underestimating the enemy.

The long sword slashed heavily in the flashing sword light of Mu Hanyan's Eight Desolate Divine Meteorite, as if a huge rock fell into a colorful spring pool, splashing a colorful mist and reflecting a dazzling rainbow.

Divine power! Futian's face suddenly changed. He felt a surge of turmoil in his internal organs, even his soul was shaken, and he almost vomited blood.