Inside the Storm Temple.
The pungent scent of blood spread, and an atrocious act of regicide was unfolding.
Baal curved the five fingers of his right hand into claws, grinning viciously as he pierced through Yi Le's flesh and bone, groping within the chest cavity of his elderly father.
"Poof!"
Golden Divine Blood spattered, and a luminous entity composed of countless Canaan Divine Texts was forcibly ripped out by him.
Found it, the World Essence of Canaan!
Baal raised the luminous entity high with a bloodstained face, revealing a fierce and excited smile.
Rumble!
At this moment, a cluster of thunderstorms crazily gathered above Safan Mountain, incessantly striking down purple-red thunderbolts as thick as barrels, bringing an apocalyptic atmosphere as if heralding the fall of the Old Gods and the rise of the New Gods.
As if sensing this omen, the seas of Canaan and the Netherworld shook violently, with waves rising thousands of feet high and the earth cracking with chasms.
