The subordinates of Xu, many from the extremist faction, were at this moment lost in their own fantasies.
They believed that Xu could easily subdue Huang Xiaolong and naturally become Huang Xiaolong's master.
But—
Within the Underworld, Xu was being constantly transformed.
Huang Xiaolong trapped Xu's divine soul within his own brain, transforming it madly.
Even Xu's Divine Body could no longer move an inch.
This god, one of the six most precious high-ranking gods created by the God, leader of the extremist faction, was being disintegrated bit by bit.
The wailing of Xu.
Huang Xiaolong turned a blind eye.
...
At the same time.
In the Divine Realm.
Within a magnificent palace.
Right now, the atmosphere inside the palace was so gloomy it felt as though it could drip with water.
The one seated on the throne at the head of the palace was a venerable high-ranking god.
Eyes like the sun and moon.
Shoulders that seemed to support the Divine Realm.
