"The loser?"
Above the "World Tree," already showing signs of withering, the Divine Body of Ling Yun existed within the light and shadow surrounded by the Law of Life, as if the creator of the "Mysterious Fog World."
"Huff! Huff, huff!"
Visibly, waves of life energy rippled outwards, layer upon layer, instilling a strong unease in the gods.
Ling Yun's expression was indifferent, and a swirl of life force slowly stirred at his brow, exuding an aura capable of plundering the vitality of heaven and earth.
The Alien God Spirits who descended here, as well as those Human True Gods, found the refined vitality hidden within their bodies, the core life forces, all influenced by the life swirl at His brow.
Many ancient beings that had vanished in the long river of time faintly appeared behind Him in the void, seemingly as puppets of god spirits refined by Him.
Gazing at Him, everyone felt as if they were beholding a supremely malevolent being of heaven and earth.
