Using his divine sense to probe the surroundings, Tang San discovered that these mortals were talking about something "suddenly flying into the sky." When he arrived at the base hall, he saw sunlight shining through an irregular hole into the chamber, making it seem less gloomy than before.
"Did everyone here just punch a hole through the ground and fly out?"
Tang San was filled with confusion. He shot a disgusted glance at the naked unconscious man on the ground and prepared to climb out through that hole.
"What is that smell?"
Tang San's nose twitched slightly as he caught a somewhat familiar scent. His face immediately turned green, and divine power burst from his body, shoving aside the surrounding earth and burying the underground base.
"Those damned bastards. The Holy Spirit Cult deserves to die."
With an angry curse, Tang San shot into the sky. Blood-red light continuously flew from him and plunged into the ground, thunderous explosions ringing out one after another. The nearby civilians, who had been quietly watching the spectacle, fled in tears and cries.
"Who is it?!"
An enraged shout came from afar. The Ninth Level Soul Guidance Master who had noticed the disturbance was rushing over.
Tang San took a deep breath and tried to calm his surging emotions. He was a god; he needed to maintain his dignity.
"I am the Asura God. Why have you not come forth to pay your respects?!"
Asura Divine Power erupted. A blood-red phantom over a hundred meters tall appeared behind Tang San. He did not dare waste too much divine power now—who knew how many Soul Beasts like that bear from before remained on the other side?
"The Asura God?"
The approaching Ninth Level Soul Guidance Master stared at the blood-soaked phantom in astonishment. The Asura