Asura God looked calmly at Rakshasa God. "I recently found a suitable candidate to inherit my divine position. His talent may not match that Angel Clan brat's, but he'll be very obedient."
"You want to create a god in the lower realm to defeat him?" Rakshasa God asked, looking at Asura God.
Asura God nodded. "The lower realm can deal with its own affairs."
Rakshasa God sneered at Asura God. "I'm not as forgiving as you. Tomorrow"—one day in the Divine Realm was one year in the lower realm—"I'm going down there to wipe out that brat and Spirit Hall. You can't stop me again."
Asura God neither agreed nor tried to stop her.
"By the way, that Angel is a real nuisance. I don't want her interfering," Rakshasa God continued.
Asura God nodded calmly. "I'll send her on another mission!"
In a vast forest,
a massive tiger was chasing a small figure.
The tiger looked terrifying. It was a huge white tiger, tall and powerful, with a body more than fifteen feet long and bulging muscles that displayed its astonishing strength. Its snow-white fur shimmered beneath the sunlight, giving it an imposing, untouchable air.
Its eyes were like two burning rubies, fierce and cunning, filled with wildness and brutality.
Whenever it fixed its gaze on its prey, its pupils narrowed to slits, as if watching death approach. Its fangs were as sharp as knives, revealing its merciless bloodlust.
Its powerful limbs supported its enormous body. Every step landed with a heavy tremor, as though the earth itself shook beneath it.
Its claws seemed forged from iron, sharp enough to tear apart anything in their path. Its tail was short and thick, yet nimble and strong, helping it keep its balance and turn with ease.
The tiger's roar boomed like