"Damn it—open for me! Mark of the Gods, lend me your strength!"
A mental shriek filled with despair and madness suddenly erupted from the end's figure just as it was about to collapse.
Immediately after, a beam of golden light—pure, vast, and brilliant, as if it contained the will and majesty of every god in All Heavens and Myriad Worlds—burst from the end's core.
The golden light was like a blazing sun rising in the darkness. Carrying a supreme and terrifying aura that governed all divine laws, it forcibly pried open a narrow crack in Fang Qing's chaotic great hand.
Sensing that familiar yet heart-palpitating aura, Fang Qing's expression was as still as an ancient well.
The aura of the Mark of the Gods!
That supreme divine object said to represent the authority of the gods, possessing endless secrets and power!
Moreover, this was not the one on Yang Qi. This was a second Mark of the Gods.
"The Mark of the Gods?"
Fang Qing's voice carried the calm certainty of someone with everything under control. With a thought, Yang Qi—who was far away presiding over the Dao Protector Alliance headquarters, yet had always maintained close contact with him—instantly received his summons.
"Yang Qi! Resonance of the Mark of the Gods—help me suppress this wretch and seize the mark!"
Almost at the same time, through the unseen ties of faith and karma, Yang Qi did not hesitate to activate the Mark of the Gods within his body, which had long since become connected to his bloodline.
"Buzz!"
Another golden pillar of light, likewise filled with endless sanctity and the aura of dominion, crossed boundless space-time and descended into this void.
This was the nature of the Marks of the Gods—they restrained one another, and they attracted one another.
The instant