"Before the presence of the divine, all beings are but curled ants, and yet you do not believe in the existence of a god!"
Once again, a tenfold mystical force oppressed them, and Tang Shihao's body was crushed, causing him to scream sharply as blood flowed freely.
Yang Yi, due to the protection of Inner Qi, did not perish on the spot, but his face was ashen.
Seeing the pained expression on Yang Yi, Yang Yiyi, like an adult, asked, "Dad, all this pain could vanish in an instant, so why not simply become a god?"
Throughout this ordeal, Yang Yi had never considered this question. It wasn't that he did not want to become a god, but because he would lose those things he cherished.
Yang Yi, with his head slightly lifted, suddenly felt another power awakening slowly, and he saw the black sphere suddenly stir.