God Realm, Rakshasa God Temple.
The Rakshasa God, seated upon his divine throne, abruptly rose to his feet as dark-red divine power churned violently around him.
Through the connection passage between the God Realm and Douluo Continent, he clearly saw Bibi Dong's desperate plight.
His wrinkled face was filled with anxiety—Bibi Dong only needed a few more years to fully inherit his divine seat, yet now she was about to be killed by the God King of Destruction's heir.
"You fool! I warned you long ago not to provoke the God King of Destruction's heir!"
The Rakshasa God roared, yet he could only watch helplessly as the dark-gold beam closed in on Bibi Dong.
He could sense that the space around Bibi Dong had been sealed layer upon layer by the Divine Power of Destruction. It was the power of laws belonging to the God King of Destruction.
To break through that seal, he would have to descend upon Douluo Continent himself. But if he did, it would amount to openly making an enemy of the God King of Destruction.
"Once I intervene, that bastard Destruction will definitely rush to the Rakshasa God Temple at once. I might save Bibi Dong then, but whether I survive is another matter."
The Rakshasa God's gaze flickered uncertainly.
He knew perfectly well how violent the God King of Destruction's temper was. Risking his own life for an heir who had not even fully inherited her divine seat was far too costly.
As he watched the beam close to within half a foot of Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God finally slumped back into his seat, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes.
"Forget it. I'll just have to find another heir. Bibi Dong is abandoned."
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
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