Old Asura had barely finished speaking when he turned to flee, carrying the power of the original Five Great God Kings and every deity in the Divine Realm.
The First-Generation God Kings instantly lost their composure.
"Bastard! Asura, you beast!"
"How can you run? How can you abandon the entire Divine Realm?!"
"Your personal grudge caused all this! How can you do this?!"
"If you're going to run, then run—but give us our power back so we can run too!"
First Generation Destruction felt the most wronged of them all.
He had done nothing. He had not even supported Old Asura, yet the other deities had handed over their power as though they had been brainwashed.
By the time he realized what was happening and refused to give up his own, Old Asura had forcibly taken it.
Now Future Yuhao had shattered Old Asura's true body with a single slap, and Old Asura's soul was fleeing with every deity's power.
He was leaving the God Kings behind to deal with the wreckage of the Divine Realm. How could Destruction not lose his composure?
"Trying to run?"
"Too late!"
"Hand it over!"
A colossal Soul Body condensed behind Future Yuhao in an instant.
Its great hand snapped open, and the Soul Dao erupted to its peak.
"Life and death turn through the nine netherworlds; the wind reeks of blood, and the rain never ceases!"
"Slaughter Asura to break the demon in my heart; wield the Way of Slaughter again to slay ten thousand gods!"
A terrifying pull seized Old Asura's soul just as he tried to tear open space and escape.
Without a moment's hesitation, Future Yuhao grasped the power of Creation, and the Way of Slaughter descended by force upon the Divine Realm.
"Th-this feeling... Little Junior Brother