Boom! Boom! Boom! Chen Cheng was sent flying over a hundred miles by the God of Light, crashing through who knew how many mountain peaks.
Climbing out of the earth fissure, Chen Cheng spat out the bloody froth in his mouth, then looked up at the God of Light in the heavens.
"Sure enough, I wasn't wrong. You really aren't the God of Light."
The God of Light did not argue with Chen Cheng's words, merely watching him coldly.
Because the God of Light was not entirely uninjured either.
On his arm was a wound carved by the Sword of Kings, one that could not heal.
Yet what surged from that wound was not golden Divine Blood, but pure Faith Divine Power.
Rather than the God of Light, the figure before them was a Faith deity forged from the Church's Faith through the Holy City, that special divine artifact—a Faith deity belonging solely to the will of the Church.
The Church sought to establish an Earthly Divine Kingdom. To achieve that goal, they would stop at nothing and employ every conceivable means. Thus, the Faith God of Light born from such a will was naturally an Evil God.
After stabilizing the loss of Faith, the God of Light looked coldly at Chen Cheng on the ground.
"Die."
As that single word left his mouth, the will of heaven and earth was seized. Driven by Faith Divine Power, Chen Cheng's entire world was left with only one will: death.
Chen Cheng expanded his Divine Domain and, with Lyka's assistance, circulated the laws within his Divine Kingdom at full force.
At this moment, there were no other flashy methods left—only a pure, ultimate clash of laws.
At this instant, life and death, return and annihilation, yin and yang—there were only these two