213: The All-Powerful King, Huh?

Darkbo stared at Cain for a long moment, and for a brief instant, a spark of light flickered in his murky, aged eyes. Then, unexpectedly...

The old Battle Saint actually took a step aside. A mist began to dissipate behind him, revealing a narrow, winding path. At the end of the path was the grand, ancient palace of the God-Emperor!

"So that's how it is?" Orson's gaze sharpened, his expression cold as steel. For once, he was faced with a god-tier connection rather than just someone spouting off nonsense. This was absurd—ridiculously absurd!

"The rightful heir of Celestial Fortress shall forever let the glory of the God-Emperor illuminate the land of Infinite Dimensions!" Cain sneered, confidently walking toward the God-Emperor's palace.

Orson remained silent, knowing that in the world of Infinite Dimensions, anything was possible. But even if Cain did manage to claim Celestial Fortress, Orson had the strength and confidence to take it back!