The God of Fire's expression was exceedingly grim.
The Divine Martial Emperor had departed, and he had been powerless to stop him.
Just now, he could clearly sense that it was not merely a force of spatial traversal.
Rather, there existed equally magnificent temporal power—the fusion of time and space—which had pierced through the profound mysteries instantly.
"Just how much power does he still wield?"
The God of Fire's mood was incredibly foul.
Shortly after Chu Yuan left, several figures approached, one of them dressed in gray robes, standing straight as a sword hidden in its sheath, poised to unleash boundless carnage at any moment.
"God of Fire, has he left?"
A middle-aged man asked solemnly.
"He has. I could not stop him. He possesses the Heavenly Fire Divine Pearl, which restrains my powers, and he has mastered a force known as Cursed Corruption. Most formidable of all is their Path of Time-Space."
