"Not good!"
At this moment, the Great Sun Tathagata instantly retreated, directly abandoning the Two Realms Mandala.
He flickered away like light and electricity, while the Mandala ignited in flames.
Space centered around Jiang Li, appeared distorted, then collapsed, disintegrating in the flames, yet Jiang Li remained standing with his hands behind his back, showing no sign of action.
"Finally, I don't need to suppress myself."
He murmured softly, as golden flames scorched the void, with twisted space forming a massive arc, expanding outward.
"Buzz—"
"Buzz————"
"Boom!"
From shallow to deep, the expansion of space emitted sounds akin to wailing, while the power of the sun was unleashed wantonly.
In the Divine Capital, Jiang Li had reservations, unable to freely unleash the power of the sun. If he did so, the first thing destroyed would be his own lair.
