Above the Sea of Ghost Mist, every god but Li Yuqing was petrified beneath the silver radiance spilling from the stone pearl.
Including Longdi, who had fled the Underworld Prison.
Fate divine power spread over the Sea of Ghost Mist like a thin veil, extending billions upon billions of miles in the blink of an eye with utterly unreasonable speed.
High above, Pang Jian's face was ashen.
"Father..."
After so many years apart, the father he had only just glimpsed through the Phantom Void Mirror had actually been reduced to dust alongside the Void Temple.
Wrenching pain welled up from both his bodies, leaving him in unbearable agony.
"He should be able to come back. He definitely can! Dong Tianze came back to life. The Mystic Turtle and the Black Dragon King can return one by one—he can definitely be revived too!"
Forcing down the grief and fury in his heart, Pang Jian steadied his emotions, refusing to lose his reason at such a moment.
First, he had to stay alive. He had to survive this divine war that had suddenly become far more difficult. Only then could he find a chance to revive his father and keep those close to him from dying one after another.
"Fate God, Yihao!"
Pang Jian cried out inwardly.
Yihao's care for Li Yuqing, his lack of prejudice toward humanity, his equal treatment of the God of Death and all manner of evil gods—all those earlier impressions and goodwill turned to ashes in an instant.
Whether Yihao had truly acted out of helplessness or had been forced into it, Pang Jian would treat him as an enemy!
"Fate—the mysterious and terrifying power of fate! Yihao!"
He released his divine consciousness, seeking traces of Yihao's existence, already prepared to fight this Fate God to the