Emperor Krude was truly angered. He was a Cosmic God who had ascended for tens of billions of years, yet again a Great Emperor of a nation, with immense strength and a revered status. When had he ever faced such a provocation?
So, he was enraged!
He wanted this damned bastard to taste his power!
"Boom—"
Emperor Krude moved. He raised his hand slightly and pressed down lightly toward Ying Yue, conjuring a large hand composed of nine different colors out of thin air, pressing down fiercely on Ying Yue!
The palm wind howled, thunder burst forth.
Runes flowed, and laws surged.
"Rumble—"
The heavens and earth seemed to crush down, and Ying Yue felt a tremendous pressure as if to press him into a meat pie. This was clearly not ordinary pressure, nor ordinary attack power and destructive power, but the Power of the World, Cosmic Power!
Ying Yue understood clearly in his heart, he knew very well what this was!
This was the Cosmic Power!
The power unique to a Cosmic God!
