He was already seriously injured, and now his golden body was polluted by filth, causing his strength to plummet dramatically.
His power fell to the mere one or two tier levels, and even if Yu Ziqing did not use the Magical Treasure in his hand to seal him, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
The earth lost its physical form, and his power dropped sharply, transforming into a drifting old man who glared angrily at Yu Ziqing, maintaining a righteous appearance.
However, he could not speak, nor could he move, and could only be taken away by Yu Ziqing.
Yu Ziqing held his breath in his chest.
If it were a proper Evil God, he would not hesitate to kill him. Even if this earth was directly killed, he wouldn't hesitate.
He held his breath, determined to win this confrontation no matter what.
If he couldn't best this earth, he wouldn't be able to best the people of the world.
He couldn't win against this world of ghosts.
