The ancient gods Quinn visualized had just taken shape, when the divine-sense arts of the nine Creators already surged forth.
The nine Creators sat unmoving, but their divine sense transformed into dragons, phoenixes, mountains, rivers, clouds, and other bizarre phenomena that swept toward the altar. Quinn’s divine sense stirred—the ancient gods on the altar rushed to meet the incoming arts, and a brutal battle erupted.
A divine dragon was torn apart by the Heavenly Lord Quinn visualized, but as soon as the dragon shattered, it dissolved into pure divine sense, surging into the Heavenly Lord’s body. The next instant, a massive sword burst from within, slicing open the imagined Heavenly Lord!
After the Heavenly Lord was split open, the sword transformed into a cauldron that flipped upside down and spun madly, incinerating the Heavenly Lord Quinn visualized to ashes—his divine sense burned away as well!
Quinn’s heart trembled violently. Before he could devise a countermeasure, the ancient gods he visualized were slaughtered one by one by the nine Creators.
Tu Bo’s ox horn was sliced off, his eyes gouged out; Earth Mother was battered, her bones snapped and tendons torn, then burned to ashes. The other ancient gods died miserably in turn—most could only withstand one or two attacks before being refined and destroyed.
Cold sweat broke out on Quinn’s brow. Though the ancient gods he visualized were powerful, he had underestimated the Creators’ divine-sense arts—and Shu Jun had never taught him any such techniques. As a result, his formation of ancient gods was broken at the very first moment!
The Creators’ divine-sense arts were endlessly strange and impossible to defend against. Their arts had no fixed form: they might visualize dragons and phoenixes, but the next moment those would dissolve and morph into other shapes, targeting the weaknesses of Quinn’s ancient gods. This was completely different from spell arts formed by yuanqi runes!
He could control these imagined ancient gods and even use them to cast arts, but the ancient gods he visualized simply weren’t strong enough to withstand the Creators’ divine-sense arts!
The battle power of the ancient gods he visualized couldn’t even match the gods who had reached the Grand Deity realm!
He frantically visualized, and more ancient gods sprang forth to guard the altar, fending off the attacks from the nine Creators’ divine-sense arts.
But the nine Creators conjured more and more divine-sense arts, and it was only a matter of time before they broke through his defenses.
“Are divine-sense arts really this hard to deal with?”
A hundred thoughts flashed through Quinn’s mind, lightning-fast as he devised countermeasures. But to comprehend and adapt to divine-sense arts in such a short time was extremely difficult.
Especially since he had to face nine adult Creators at once—the difficulty was beyond daunting.
“Shu Jun God-King, one of the Three Kings of the primordial era—were your arts really this crude?”
Langwo God-King glanced at the giant head on the throne, half-smiling: “The Saint Baby inherited from you, but he’s almost like a child who knows nothing about divine-sense arts. The way he uses divine sense is laughable. Shu Jun of the Three Kings—if this is your standard, I’m surprised.”
Shu Jun snorted, clearly displeased: “I haven’t taught him any of my divine-sense arts. If I had—heh, forget nine adult Creators, even a hundred would be easy to handle!”
Langwo God-King frowned slightly, murmuring, “So the Saint Baby hasn’t learned any divine-sense arts?”
Shu Jun fell silent.