The divine decomposition of the All Things Decomposer washed over again and again.
Once, twice, thrice...
It was a pain as if it was gnawing at bones and grinding the marrow.
The Strongest Evil God couldn't escape; maybe He could break free from the threads of Qin Chu and Moile, but that brief time was enough for the All Things Decomposer to release decomposing power again, and the pain of the soul being crushed, ground, and pierced made it difficult for Him to control His soul to mount effective counterattacks.
This was a pain that step by step approached death.
Qin Chu also did not know how many times his soul had undergone decomposition. He felt his consciousness almost blurred.
This is the mortal will, sometimes stronger than the will of God.
But, it seemed it had reached its limit.
Just at this moment, Qin Chu's soul suddenly glimpsed a gleaming, holy, silvery light, suddenly descending from the sky.
Like a beam of light, it enveloped Qin Chu's soul.
So warm.
