"You—"
The Asura God King's voice finally wavered.
Hum.
At that moment, two secret passages to the God Kings opened simultaneously in the void on either side of the Rakshasa Secret Realm.
One was purple-black and deep as an abyss; the other was black as ink.
"Asura, you've gone too far."
The Destruction God King's voice came from the purple-black passage, low and commanding. Each word seemed like a star on the verge of collapse.
"Asura, quit while you're ahead."
The Evil God King's voice sounded from the pitch-black passage, hoarse and languid, yet carrying undeniable pressure.
Two God King projections stepped out of the passages at once.
The Destruction God King wore purple-black divine armor, with destructive lightning rolling around him;
the Evil God King was wrapped in churning black mist, his eyes like twin ghostly flames in an abyss.
They flanked the Asura God King's blood-red projection,
and the three God King auras faced off inside the crumbling Rakshasa Secret Realm, thickening even the air into something solid.
"You two!"
The Asura God King's blood-red projection swelled abruptly. Under the combined pressure of Destruction and Evil, the dark-red mass of Asura Divine Power thrashed like a venomous snake driven into a corner.
He finally understood why those two old fossils had appeared here.
It was all because Fang Fan carried imprints of the Destruction God King's and the Evil God King's divine power within him.
Without those two imprints, they never could have found this place.
Without that damned Fang Fan, his plan would have succeeded long ago.
"Asura, Evil and I had no intention of interfering with the schemes you set in the mortal world."
The Destruction God King took a step forward. Purple-black Destruction Divine Thunder exploded beneath his foot, splitting the ground of the Rakshasa