"Well... you got anything to say now?" Ye Tian demanded, his voice sharp, laced with authority.
The moment his aura surged, the ethereal world trembled.
The sheer force of his soul power, cultivated over countless eons as a Supreme Creator, erupted like a tidal wave.
Yin and Yang, once arrogant and mocking, were slammed to the ground, their divine and demonic energies cracking under the pressure.
"M-My Lord! Please, forgive us!" Yin cried out, his voice shaking as he struggled to stay coherent.
Yang followed suit, his golden aura flickering weakly.
"It is an honor to see you alive and well, My Lord!"
Ye Tian narrowed his eyes, stepping forward. His demonic-red pupils burned like molten fire.
"Happy, my ass..." His voice was a venomous growl, reverberating through the void.
