A highly condensed golden beam of light erupted from the vortex, blocking the Nether Blade and attempting to intercept the Soul-Destroying Strike.

However, the Netherworld Fire is naturally capable of destroying the souls of all gods.

The Nether Blade sliced ​​through the golden light, and a ghostly blue flame instantly entangled the golden divine soul.

The heart-wrenching, piercing wails of the soul echoed throughout heaven and earth. Unlike physical pain, this pain struck directly to the source, piercing and corroding the soul.

Jin Wuhao’s divine soul phantom twisted, struggled, and disintegrated violently, and the golden primordial light points kept extinguishing, melting away rapidly like snow under the scorching sun.

In just three breaths, the wailing ceased, the golden light dissipated, and the natal divine soul that had been rooted in the divine realm for tens of thousands of years was completely incinerated into nothingness.

Having lost its anchor point, the dark golden vortex that had been spinning in mid-air slowly contracted and closed, eventually smoothing out the void without leaving a trace.