Offering the World My Final Revenge

As his words fell, a hazy glow and drifting mist gradually rose before Huo Yuhao's eyes. His body felt as though it were being tugged by an invisible force. When he regained consciousness, he found himself inside a vast hall.

He first checked his condition. Only after looking inward and seeing countless tiny multicolored vortices within his body did he finally relax. Though he was surely still far inferior to the Dragon God at his peak, the surging sense of power gave him considerable confidence.

One had to know that Di Tian had spent at least tens of thousands of years compressing the Soul Power within his body to that extent.

Huo Yuhao, however, had relied on his body's ability to continuously regenerate, utterly disregarding the risk of physical collapse. From the very beginning, he had nearly crazily formed countless vortices within himself. In the end, he had successfully compressed all the power left behind by the Dragon God—whose body had been so enormous—into his own body in an extremely short time. The process had been agonizing, but the results were obvious.

It could be said that Huo Yuhao's current power was entirely composed of those vortices, each of which could be called a miniature divine core. His madness had granted him terrifying explosive strength, recovery ability, and an unimaginable capacity.

Other than lacking a divine position, even among God Kings, his current strength would absolutely rank near the top. Once he became the sole being in the universe, he would become even stronger, able to fight with the blessings of faith from parallel spaces.

Only after confirming his own strength did Huo Yuhao turn his attention to his surroundings. Aside from himself, seated upon the dragon throne, numerous figures stood below with lowered eyes and respectful expressions.

"Asura God?"