"I want to become a god! I have to become a god!"
Overwhelming hatred and obsession erupted once more. Tang San clenched his teeth, ignoring the excruciating pain of his divine soul being torn apart, allowing the blood-red patterns to wildly erode his flesh. He forcibly endured every torment, and his sprinting speed surged again!
In Slaughter City, one old and one young—one had borrowed power to become a low-ranking god official, while the other underwent hellish cultivation and desperately charged forward.
Meanwhile, within Spirit Hall thousands of miles away, Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes after their lingering intimacy. His gaze pierced through the void across countless miles as he calmly looked toward Slaughter City.
A knowing smile flickered in his eyes, yet his heart remained utterly still.
Tang Chen becoming a god had long been within his expectations.
That fragment of the Evil Eye Holy King's divinity had always been the greatest variable. It was enough to support Tang Chen in breaking through his shackles and ascending into the divine realm.
However, a mere weakest god official could never stir up much trouble.
Before Hu Liena, the legitimate first-class Sea God, a mere god official was still nothing more than an ant.
At the same time, deep within the Worship Hall of the Spirit Hall Empire.
The solemn and majestic Angel God Temple floated atop a sea of clouds. The entire temple was pure white, with gilded patterns winding around its beams and pillars. Holy golden light showered down in all directions, carrying an unsurpassable divine pressure.
This was the purest holy land of the Angel Path across the entire continent, and also Qian Renxue's main battlefield in her charge toward the final divine position.
At this moment, Qian Renxue was at the most critical bottleneck of her