Power of Confinement

A golden road extended from the horizon, emitting immense pressure, blocking the way of the God of Slaughter.

Standing on the golden road was a young man in white, exceptionally handsome, calmly looking at the God of Slaughter.

"It's the god from the Jing Province!"

"There really are gods in the Nine Provinces; we don't need to fear now."

The survivors who hadn't fled far away were overjoyed when they saw the living being on the golden road. They had thought all hope was lost, believing they couldn't escape from the Fallen God.

"A god? Not one who's been dormant, but a newly born god. Interesting," the God of Slaughter, covered in red fur, laughed coldly as he looked at Xu Yan on the golden road.

Originally, he was a complete monster with red fur all over his body. Now, with a grin, he looked even more horrifying, enough to scare children into tears.