This land of lava had long since shattered.
Cracked layers of rock stretched in every direction. Still glowing red, the molten lava trickled through the fissures, sending up billowing black smoke.
Bai Ye's black-and-gold coat whipped in the scorching air currents. He stepped over jagged, charred rocks and reached out through the splattering sparks of lava.
His fingers clamped firmly around God's Hand's misshapen skull, forcibly lifting him off the ground.
By now, God's Hand had lost all the terrifying majesty of his Abyssal Form. His body dangled limply, like noodles swaying in the wind.
Large patches of his black scales had fallen away, mingling with sticky blood and filth. Black line marks covered his body.
He struggled to open his swollen eyelids. His eyes held none of the authority befitting the leader of Ten Hands, only bone-deep venom and madness!
His entire life had been spent wavering between inferiority and arrogance. From childhood, he had eked out a lowly existence like a parasite, until the Parasite God chose him and bestowed divine power upon him.
Extreme inferiority bred extreme arrogance. The parasite from the garbage heap had become one of God's Chosen overnight, rising high above everyone else.
He changed, becoming like a nouveau riche who could not tolerate the slightest disrespect or odd look.
He thought he was supreme and unparalleled, only for reality to teach him another brutal lesson.
Leaving the world of ordinary people behind, he had arrived at the pinnacle of the West Continent full of excitement and joy, becoming a member of Ten Hands.
Then he met the many other God's Chosen. He was no longer unique-in fact, he was the weakest among them!
It was like a nouveau riche forcing his way into high society, only for its powerful figures to regard him