Yu Lian glanced at the young prophet and thought, Do I fucking need you to introduce him? In my last life, Uncle Lazakai and I were "old friends"—our relationship was far closer than you could imagine. He couldn't help grinning, but outwardly he still put on a surprised expression. Then he inclined his head slightly to the man with a hint of respect, as a greeting.
His respect was sincere. Uncle Lazakai across from him seemed to sense that and managed a smile of his own before returning the greeting.
Clearly, Uncle Lazakai wasn't very good at smiling. That was especially at odds with the usual image of his species. But immediately afterward, his body began to swell again. His physical form started to dissolve, and before long he had transformed into an elemental giant more than ten meters tall. This time, however, he wasn't a giant of flame, but a storm giant, arcs of electricity dancing around him. The gray fog visible across the wilderness overhead had become a low, oppressive mass of dark thunderclouds, spreading beyond the horizon.
Relentless flashes of lightning struck the barren wilderness, kicking up dust and scattering crackling sparks. Then flames sprang up. The ground began to crack under the scorching heat, and in an instant, the fissures turned into flowing rivers of molten rock.
Yu Lian knew this wasn't an illusion. It was a genuine, man-made natural disaster. Now he understood why this little world was such a desolate place that it made your heart sink just to look at it.
"He's combat-oriented," the young prophet added. "Not like me."
"That's exactly why I respect him so much," Yu Lian replied.
In his view, a six-ring martial psychic was already powerful enough to be a one-person army, but there were still plenty of