Authority in Hand, Spirit Conversion Dragon Monarch!

Rumble—

Lightning flashed and thunder roared above Destruction Castle.

It was filled everywhere with immense thoughts of destruction.

Thoughts of destruction born from all kinds of living beings in the mortal lower realms.

In the entire God Realm, only the God of Destruction himself could absorb and transform them into his own power.

Therefore, whenever he cultivated or fought a crucial battle, the God of Destruction would be here.

In the dimly lit hall, a scarlet carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the innermost depths.

An occasional bolt of lightning suddenly streaked past the windows.

At once, it brought a few traces of light into this sinister hall.

One could see the God of Destruction seated in the main seat at the inner end of the hall.

There were four chairs on each side below him.

Eight deities of varying forms sat upon them.

The already dark atmosphere was quite unsettling.

Yet among these eight deities, only the first deity on the left, whose entire body was concealed within heavy armor, possessed a relatively normal aura.

As for the other seven, their auras were all more or less deeply uncomfortable.

Merely looking at them evoked an oppressive, crazed sensation.

The God of Destruction's deep voice suddenly echoed throughout the hall.

"Everyone, begin making preparations."

The moment those words fell, the bodies of the eight deities below trembled.

A small-framed deity released an eerie, ghostly green light from his eyes.

He licked his lips with his long tongue before speaking.

"At your command, my lord. It is only that the Sea God still seems to..."

Upon hearing this, the God of Destruction's voice abruptly turned icy.

"Are you listening to him, or to me?"

The thunderous question shook the hall, and everyone immediately fell silent in fear.

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