"Ha-ha, truly a Son of God chosen by fate... to once again turn calamity into a blessing. This fiery ordeal, far from harming him, has even, has even begun to fuse the Divine Power that he has absorbed with his skin and flesh... Ha, ha-ha... This is the supreme destiny, isn't it? Fate wants him to be the protagonist of this era, and no one can hurt him..."
Feather God watched everything with excitement that bordered on madness.
This was the destiny that controlled all in the darkness, no matter what beings existed, they were all within the laws of fate.
Feather God laughed hysterically, and Zhang Jiarong, swallowed by the Black Flame Hell, no longer screamed but instead raised his hands high and roared, "Mind Cone——"
As he roared, above the void, countless translucent spire phantoms fell chaotically.
"Ah——"
"Ai——"
"Hng——"
