Tyler was so dazzling, so perfect, like the sun that illuminates the earth, his brilliance almost breaking through the clouds and appearing before all beings.
But ultimately, the light stopped in front of the dark clouds.
Tyler's power was even stronger than he had originally imagined. Now he could tear through the clouds with a wave of his hand, and with a stomp, he could shake the earth. By shouting, countless souls of warriors would stand up and fight for him.
He was the God of Warfare.
Tyler asked with a complex expression:
"Why? You helped me transform. If I was just an ordinary person wrapped in divine skin before, now there is no doubt that I am a true god, both in status and power."
Hewitt said:
"Didn't I tell you the reason from the beginning? I never intended to fight you, because I can't defeat you."
Tyler frowned, his expression calm.
He was no longer suffering from the invasion of the Ancient God's Power, so he could keep his sanity:
