In the Douluo God Realm, the dome of the Asura God Temple was forever shrouded in an eternal blood-red gloom, so oppressive it left one struggling to breathe.
The Asura God stood before his towering divine throne, blood-red divine power surging around him until it almost became solid, churning endlessly like boiling magma.
The Asura Blood Sword in his hand hummed, the crimson patterns on its blade flickering as though echoing its master's agitation and rage.
His divine sense remained fixed on Spirit City. The increasingly dense sacred aura was like a spray of fine needles, constantly piercing his divine sense.
Yet no matter how he drove his divine power to force his way through, an invisible barrier seemed to hang over the Worship Hall. He could only glimpse a hazy angel phantom; the actual scene remained entirely hidden. That sense of losing control made him increasingly restless.
"What is Qian Daoliu up to now?!"
The Asura God's voice carried barely suppressed fury, and a vicious glint flashed through his blood-red eyes.
"Judging by the size of that angel phantom, that Angel God's martial soul must have awakened. But how could that girl's awakening stir such immense power of faith, enough to draw a response even from the Tree of Life?"
A thought struck him. He abruptly turned and strode toward the treasury deep within the temple-where the complete authorities of several deities were stored.
"Spirit Hall's influence is swelling by the day. Qian Daoliu's own strength is unfathomable, and he holds the Ice God's inheritance. If that girl also inherits the Angel Godhood without a hitch, Tang San may never be able to keep them in check! When that happens, the entire balance of the Mortal Realm could be rewritten!"
The Asura God's steps grew more hurried, and the