When everything was settled. Looking at the whole place, only Zhang Xuanji was still standing. Bear King Bailey, Blood Demon William, Sword Saint Kusama Taro, Fist Saint Basong, the three ace killers of Tianzhu, and several main gods of the Pantheon, all died or were injured. Blood Demon William's body had been blown into countless pieces of meat, which kept wriggling on the ground, trying to piece them together. Fist Saint Basong was even more dead, not even a slag was left. Bear King Bailey, including the three ace killers of Tianzhu, all had broken arms and were seriously injured. As for Kusama Taro, although his limbs were intact, his internal organs had long been shattered and he was coughing up blood. Coupled with the backlash of the demon sword, he had aged by dozens of years. With a haggard face and a head full of white hair, he looked like an old man who was about to die. It was obvious that he was not far from death. "How, how could this happen? No... this is impossi...