Before becoming a god, one was ultimately nothing more than an ant before a true deity.
No matter how heaven-defying his talent was or how many trump cards he possessed, he was still utterly vulnerable before absolute god-level power.
He clenched his teeth tightly, forcing himself to endure the agonizing pain of his soul being torn apart, a trace of crazed stubbornness flashing in his eyes.
"I have to be faster... I have to become a god immediately!"
"As long as I become a god, all this pain will be worth it!"
"Ye Xuan, Hu Liena... just you wait!"
Tang San roared madly in his heart, relying on his utmost unwillingness and hatred to force himself through this wave of hellish torment.
Above the void of the temple, a blurry blood-red divine figure floated silently. It was the Asura God, watching the lower realm from afar.
His gaze was cold and his expression blank, yet his eyes concealed deep anxiety and irritation.
Watching Tang San struggle desperately below, suffering endless torture, the Asura God felt not the slightest pity—only boundless urgency.
"Not enough, still not enough!"
"The speed is still too slow!"
The Asura God frowned to himself, growing ever more frantic.
Hu Liena becoming a god ahead of schedule had completely disrupted his ten-thousand-year plan.
The God of Destruction spent every day watching and mocking him, waiting to see him fail completely.
He no longer had any room for error.
Tang San had to win. He could only win!
Even if he had to be forcibly squeezed dry, even if his foundation was damaged, even if it left behind future consequences, Tang San had to inherit the Asura God position before Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue became gods!
The next instant, a cold glint flashed through the Asura God's