The jelly-like wall of black mist before him showed signs of dispersing for a fleeting moment, only to recombine into solid masses in the next second, blocking his path and intensifying his sense of oppression.
John often knew his strength was limited; even if he pushed his limits, progress would likely be minimal.
But this moment was different.
He desperately wanted to break through his limits again.
He didn't want to continue being controlled; he refused to remain a puppet.
No matter what, he would seize his destiny with his own hands.
He had never allowed someone else's words to dictate his life, and that wouldn't change now.
It hadn't in the past, and it wouldn't in the future.
Even if you are a so-called god, in my eyes, you are nothing!
The deity watched with great interest, finding this human incredibly fascinating.
It had some followers on this planet, but they were too dull.
