"So powerful!"
"Mydei is way too strong! After inheriting Nicadoli's Core Flame, he actually became far stronger than Nicadoli!"
"Of course! Those red crystals Mydei has are something Nicadoli could never possess!"
"He can attack and control at the same time. If Nicadoli had possessed such powerful control abilities back then, Stelle and the others would never have been able to dodge his spear!"
"I really want to see Mydei attack with Nicadoli's greatsword.
That heaven-flattening strike—now that Mydei controls it, whoever gets restrained will have to take it head-on. No matter who it is, they'll be dead as hell under that move!"
"He's too strong! With Mydei in Okhema, I don't even know how they could lose!"
"But doesn't Lord Mydei worry about getting red powder in his eyes when he sprinkles it over his face?"
"What the hell do you know? Those red crystals are Lord Mydei's energy! The moment they touch him, they completely merge into his body!"
"I still think he shouldn't do that. Human eyes are extremely fragile. I wouldn't dare use my Spirit Skill on my own eyes!"
"You are you, and Lord Mydei is Lord Mydei. He's a Demigod. Is that something a little nobody like you could understand?"
The people of Douluo Continent began cheering loudly for Mydei's return.
They clenched their fists, their faces flushed with excitement.
They had witnessed the birth of a Demigod.
And he was the strongest Demigod they had ever seen. Hadn't the terrifying Flame Reaver been reduced directly to ashes by that dreadful single strike?
The Flame Reaver's appearance had put immense pressure on them.
His world-destroying power, his countless clones,
and the Power of Years.
Even Anaxa and the Titan of Reason could only think of trapping him in the past to win.
No one