As the instigator of it all, Lin Feng had already lost interest in even sparing them another glance.
He yawned, finally turning his gaze toward the two Deities pinned to the ground by an invisible force, unable to move.
Fire God and God of Light.
Two first-class Deities who ranked among the strongest in the God Realm were now pressed face-first against the cold ground. They exhausted every ounce of divine power in their bodies, yet could not even lift a finger.
They watched helplessly as Lin Feng used an unimaginable method to toy with a mortal family in the palm of his hand.
That indifference, that casualness, frightened them more deeply than a direct crushing of divine power ever could.
"I was originally planning to have a little chat with you."
Lin Feng sighed helplessly.
"But after all this fuss, I've lost interest."
"Let's... skip the process."
The process?
What process?
A sense of foreboding rose in both Fire God and God of Light at the same time.
Lin Feng extended both hands toward them.
Fire God and God of Light shuddered violently!
They could clearly feel a hand precisely gripping the core of divine power that had burned within them for tens of thousands of years—their godhood!
"Y-you... what are you doing?!" Fire God roared in sheer terror.
"Stop! You cannot do this! This is a provocation against the God Realm!" Even God of Light's voice carried unprecedented panic.
Lin Feng ignored their shouting.
He merely gave a light tug.
Like plucking pearls from a clam shell.
Two light orbs, dazzling to the extreme, were forcibly extracted from the bodies of the two Deities!
One was crimson like the sun, as though countless volcanoes were erupting within it.
The other was pure white like the moon, radiating a