Yan Lie did not summon his towering divine form. Instead, he remained in his regular state, with a tiny ember burning at his fingertip.0

That ember, fueled by a single drop of his blood, was enough to imprint his dominion over the Dao of Fire into Pang Jian's being, sinking him under the overwhelming weight of countless fiery worlds.3

Yan Lie radiated a suffocating pressure in the Fifth World. Every Rank Ten powerhouse and True God felt an inescapable force emanating from him, as if crushing them beneath a thousand erupting volcanoes.0

The oppressive might that a high-ranking God held over a low-ranking God could be felt in this profoundly heavy presence.0

Meanwhile, Pang Jian continued to plunge toward the Sixth World, the crimson motes...0