The Evil God's body spread like a heavenly canopy, closing in on Jiang Feng from all directions.
Jiang Feng felt his aura had been completely locked down. No matter what he did, he could not escape the Evil God's grasp.
He tried to fly beyond the range covered by the Evil God's body, only to discover that he was trapped within a world of his own, like Sun Wukong—unable to leap free from the Buddha's Five-Finger Mountain no matter how hard he tried.
"Is this... the true strength of the Evil God, who stands above all gods?"
Faced with this power, Jiang Feng had no means of resisting.
All at once, he felt that every arrangement made by the God of Mercy, though seemingly ordained by fate, was nothing more than a farce.
Cast into the Immortal Sacred Realm by the Evil God, painstakingly returning to the Divine Realm—only to bring an innocent man like him back to die!
"Was this... really worth it?"
For the first time, Jiang Feng doubted his own destiny!
That was right. In his view, this seemed to be his destiny: to inherit the God of Mercy's godhead and dispel the shadow of the Evil God's wicked rule over the Divine Realm.
But now, he felt it was all a farce.
A farce that had brought him to the Divine Realm only to die!
But it seemed he had no choice now.
Without question, before the Evil God's overwhelming power, even though he had inherited the God of Mercy's godhead, he could not stir even the faintest ripple of resistance.
Watching the black mist steadily close in from every direction, Jiang Feng felt both absurdity and unwillingness.
"Damn it, what a stifling way to die!"
Very soon, the black mist wrapped around his body, and