At this time, the goddess of magic in the light and shadow was constantly emitting a Holy and brilliant glow, like the rising sun. Any evil person who got close at this moment would feel extreme pain.
The red mist slowly rose from the door, and a circle formed by seven blue and white stars surrounded the ground. At the same time, it seemed as if there were countless deep eyes staring at this area from the door of heaven.
The pressure that the goddess emitted instantly made everyone present kneel on the ground, humbly pressing their heads against the ground and fearfully enduring this supreme power of will.
Divine grace was like the sea, and divine might was like a prison.
No matter how determined a non-believer was, when faced with the power of a true God, they would still feel as fragile as an ant from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhao Xu was the only one who could still stand on his own and stand firmly without wavering.
