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Yan Lie hadn't summoned his majestic divine body, instead maintaining his regular form with just a tiny flame flickering at the tip of his finger.
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It was that very flame, fueled by divine blood, that seemed to plant the fire domain he presided over directly into Pang Jian's body, causing Pang Jian to sink under the weight of many Flame Stars and the heaven and earth.
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Yan Lie stood in the void of the Fifth Realm, and every powerhouse with a tenth-level bloodline, along with the True Gods of the Human Race, felt the oppressive force emanating from his location.
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Every member of the Alien Tribes, every True God, all had the illusion of being suppressed by tens of thousands of volcanoes.
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The oppressive power of a high god toward lower-tier God Spirits was just that profound, that visually and tangibly heavy.
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In the void, the red dots inside Pang Jian's body were still burning like the Flame Realm, and Pang Jian continued to sink.
