By then, parts of Hong Moluo's body had already turned transparent, like glass. They seemed as though they would shatter and scatter at the slightest gust of wind.
This was the result of the Chaos Heavenly Fire's erosion.
At the time, the moment Michael's Energy Body entered the sea of Chaos Fire, it rapidly turned glasslike.
Hong Moluo had to resist the Chaos Heavenly Fire while also withstanding the surging Primal Energy. Under such circumstances, it was only now that parts of his body had turned glasslike.
The might of a throne was plain to see.
Hong Moluo furrowed his brow. His body had become pitted and uneven, but the flesh in the eroded areas rapidly regenerated, returning to normal in the blink of an eye.
Even so, Hong Moluo's brows did not relax, because he could feel that the invisible, colorless, formless flames had begun eroding his Dao lineage.
Although his Dao lineage had been tempered for ten thousand years and was as firm as refined steel, the Chaos Heavenly Fire could not erode it as easily as it eroded his body.
It could only wear away at his Dao lineage layer by layer, through sheer persistence.
However, the feeling of one's Dao lineage being worn down with every passing second was far from pleasant.
It was as if someone were filing away at his bones with a steel file.
Even if his Dao lineage was not worn down as quickly as his body, the problem was that his body could regenerate, while his Dao lineage could not.
If the damage became severe, his Dao lineage could collapse. When that happened, Hong Moluo's power would plummet.
He would fall from the throne.
That was only natural.
Since he had been able to rise from an ordinary Heaven Demon to