The Various Parties
Meanwhile, in the Fire Divine Plane, Furnace Mountain was like a vast expanse of red glass. White-hot steam of terrifying heat often spewed from the cracks covering its surface, shrouding the entire mountain.
Atop the ten-thousand-zhang volcano, nine dragons spewed lava toward the heavens, surrounding a magnificent, imposing tower-shaped palace of molten rock. On the palace's highest floor, Mike, the Fire Element Chief Sovereign, was talking with his son, Gadi.
"Father, what's Lincoln thinking? How dare he challenge you? Does he think his time as a Chief God is up?" Gadi laughed, scooping up a cup of magma and downing it in one gulp. "It's a shame I don't have a Darkness Divine Clone. Otherwise, I could've begged you to give me a chance."
The lava spewed by Furnace Mountain's nine dragons tasted like strong liquor and could temper one's divine body, though only to the level of a High-God Artifact at most.
Mike glanced at Gadi casually and smiled as well. "Lincoln must have some trump cards, but thinking that a few trump cards are enough to defeat a Chief Sovereign is pure wishful thinking. Unless he can become a Paragon. But can he? If he could, his Sovereign Army would've long since eased its control over the Material Planes."
"Father, you said that even a Paragon Intermediate Sovereign is only comparable to a Chief Sovereign. Even if he's lucky enough to become a Paragon, all he could do is stay alive against you." Gadi kept smiling, but his expression soon darkened. "Once you kill Lincoln, I'll make sure his whole family is wiped out, to vent my hatred."
"I doubt you'll get that chance," Mike said with a smile. "The other Divine Clones of a Chief God also have Willpower. No matter what, you couldn't