The black divine power swirling around Tang San sent a tremor through the Rakshasa God's heart.
Their divine power was both black, but the Rakshasa God knew perfectly well that his power and the Asura God's were on entirely different levels.
Fortunately, only divine power had possessed this man. Otherwise, he would have had no chance of winning at all.
What puzzled the Rakshasa God, however, was why the High God had allowed the Asura God's divine power to descend to the mortal realm.
The High God and the Asura God were enemies. As things stood, both wanted a new energy carrier so they could cultivate dual godhood.
So why had the High God allowed the Asura God to pour his divine power into this man?
An answer surfaced in the Rakshasa God's heart, leaving him shaken: perhaps the High God could not fully control the golden net, or perhaps he was already a spent arrow at the end of its flight.
He dared not probe further. The price of finding the answer would be death.
The Asura God had long since considered everything the Rakshasa God could think of, and his understanding ran even deeper.
By allowing the Rakshasa God to descend in his true body, the High God had already exhausted his complete control over the golden net.
If the Asura God could obtain the new energy carrier now, he would have every confidence in dealing with the High God.
Tang San continued attacking. Wreathed in black qi, he fought with savage ferocity.
Nor did he fear the Rakshasa God's attacks. Even when his abdomen was pierced through, he paid it no mind and kept attacking.
But the divine power within Tang San was ultimately finite, even if it belonged to the Asura God.
The Rakshasa God struck