624 Thirty Billion HP!

What?!

Aspect of the World?

Orson stared upward, eyes wide in shock, as the Sacred Executor's body erupted with a colossal golden projection.

The entire world seemed to groan in protest.

Rumbles shook the air, and Orson staggered, nearly losing his footing as the very fabric of reality trembled.

A towering sovereign appeared above, face like sculpted jade, radiating an unassailable majesty.

He gripped a massive azure demon-subduing cudgel that stretched hundreds of meters high. Six golden rings spun behind his back, blazing like miniature suns.

Compared to him, even the Crimson Lizard King in full dragon form was like a housecat before a mountain.

The Sacred Executor's expression was calm, neither joyful nor grim. His eyes slowly opened, fixing on Orson.

"Before the Aspect of the Sacred Executor... why do you not kneel?"

"The Aspect of the Sacred Executor..."