The world was filled with a stagnant atmosphere.
Like facing a fierce beast at the top of the food chain, Chen Shouyi's body stiffened, his expression solemn.
Though he had taken down an injured demigod before, facing a fully-powered demigod was an entirely different matter. Only when confronted personally could one feel the terrifying pressure that one's flame of life could extinguish at any moment.
Kemola hovered in midair, wings spanning fifteen to sixteen meters, moving slightly. Claws as red and translucent as rubies glistened with cold light, an invisible force emitting from its body.
He gazed arrogantly, patiently awaiting an answer from the human before him.
The barbarian gods of the other world were not as detached as human mythological deities. Their power source was faith, and mortals were their flock of sheep.
Every barbarian god was a lord of a region.
A mighty god is ruler of an empire; the earthly kingdom is vast, with countless believers.
