To Hell with Your Blessing!

"Trying to blow yourselves up?"

The voice seemed to come from every direction at once, yet also seemed to sound in the deepest recesses of Yang Yu's and Lucifer's minds.

Every syllable carried an irresistible authority. Like invisible shackles, it instantly smothered the spark of fighting spirit that had just risen in them.

Yang Yu's body went rigid.

His intention to burn his divine power and detonate all his clones was forced back down, as though by a cold hand.

To his horror, he discovered that even his ability to draw on the energy within him had been taken away!

The Chaos Divine Power that had once surged through him and answered his every command now lay motionless in his meridians, like a frozen river.

"This..."

Yang Yu's pupils contracted sharply.

For the first time, he knew what it felt like to be powerless.

It was even more despairing than being suppressed by the Heavenly Judgment formation.

Back then, though the pressure had nearly crushed him, he could at least fight back. He could still struggle.

Now he was like a player whose connection had been cut: he could see his character on the screen, but could not use a single skill.

He turned to look at Lucifer.

She was in even worse shape.

All color had drained from her beautiful face, leaving it pale as paper.

Her body swayed like a candle flame in the wind, as if she might fall from the sky at any moment.

Clearly, she had been restrained too.

They exchanged a glance and saw the same deep horror in each other's eyes.

So this was the power of a Main God?

They wouldn't even get a chance to fight?

Just as despair took hold of them both,

the Heavenly Lord, freed from every chain,