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Chapter 320 Creator God, Prepare to Die! (8K votes, please vote for me!)
In "Wrath of Asura", the eight supreme generals of the divine kingdom are Asura, Yaksha, Hua Xian, Sergei, Carlo, Okas, Olga, and the unfathomable commander-in-chief of the divine kingdom's army - Deus.

These eight divine generals were all brave and skilled in battle, and each of them possessed the power to overturn the stars.

However, it was these eight supreme generals who plotted a conspiracy to overthrow the divine kingdom.

Deus, the supreme commander of the divine army who had reached the pinnacle of power and status, was already tired of the endless cycle of fighting against the world-destroying calamity "Karma Brithara".

The eternal destiny of "suppression, not complete annihilation" inspired him with a sense of "supreme righteousness," leading to a mad and cruel plan:

He intends to utilize the unique bloodline ability of Misra, daughter of Asura, which greatly amplifies the power of gods, to transform the entire planet into a breeding ground for the "power of mantras." By gathering all the mantras contained within the souls of seven trillion humans, he will forge an unprecedented ultimate weapon—"Indra"—to annihilate "Karma Bhritra" in a single strike.

For this so-called "supreme righteousness," former comrades-in-arms turned against each other in an instant.

Deus united the six divine generals except for Asura, murdered the God Emperor, framed Asura, and formed a new ruling group of gods—the Seven Star Heaven.

What's even more chilling is that among the Eight Gods, Ashura's brother-in-law Yaksha and his mentor Okas were able to stand by and watch Sergei cruelly murder Ashura's wife, Yaksha's younger sister Durga, while Ashura's youngest daughter, Yaksha's niece Misra, was imprisoned in a cage as an "amplification machine" for 12000 years.

"Your sense of righteousness is utterly a joke!"

Wen Ming's cold shout and the gunshot erupted simultaneously.

The moment the gun and fist collided, the devastating shockwave uprooted the ancient tree in the courtyard, cracked the earth, and sent rubble flying like rain.

Amidst the swirling dust and dazzling golden energy fragments, Wen Ming, clad in the Guardian Angel mech, stood as immovable as an ancient mountain.

In contrast, Sergei's gauntlets were shattered, blood dripped from between his fingers, and his face was filled with horror.

"Impossible! How could a mortal possess such power? How could they possibly shake a god's body?"

Sergei cried out in alarm and retreated rapidly.

However, Wenming's Eternal Spear followed him like a shadow, its cold tip always locked onto his throat, never deviating even slightly.

Wen Ming did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest because he had blasted him back, but instead went all out in his attack.

Even though Sergei was at the bottom of the eight great generals.

Wen Ming was very clear that this was no battlefield that could be taken lightly.

This is a divine kingdom, and even more so, a world of gods filled with "rule cheats"!

A terrifying piece of information about the peak combat power of this world flashed through his mind: Ashura's master, Okas, 12000 years later, once held Ashura against a katana and thrust it all the way from the surface of the moon through the entire planet Gaia!

How about a sword that spans hundreds of thousands of kilometers?
Hua Xian unleashed the Heaven and Earth Manifestation Technique, her divine body expanding to a size larger than Gaia itself. The sight of her finger, as large as a mountain range, pressing down from deep space onto the Earth's surface was truly epic.

This idea has been copied, or rather, paid homage to by countless online games, movies, and TV shows.

Even so, the two of them are not the strongest among Yagami.

Even so, Asura, who returned after falling into hell and being banned by the system for 12000 years, was still able to defeat these peak powerhouses who had been strengthened by the power of the mantra for 12000 years one by one.

Even when he destroyed some of the gods, he lost both arms and could only kill his master, Ocas, by biting his broken sword with his teeth.

Although the Seven Stars Heaven have not yet undergone 12000 years of accumulation and strengthening of the power of mantras, the eight powers they represent together with the Asuras—"self, lust, desire, laziness, emptiness, violence, sorrow, and anger"—are all essentially derived from the source of divine power—the power of mantras—which is transformed from human prayers and emotions.

As long as humanity continues to believe and pray, Yagami will be virtually immortal and can be reborn at any time.

Ashura himself was once petrified from exhaustion, but was resurrected because of a girl's devout prayer.

The power of words is the crystallization of human emotions and beliefs, but Deus's plan distorted its essence, forcibly converting the souls of seven trillion deceased into pure power of words.

This is precisely the cruelest and most fundamental basis of his "supreme righteousness".

Fortunately, Sergei has not yet been blessed by 12000 years of faith; although his power is strong, it is still within a manageable range.

If Wen Ming were facing Sergei 12000 years in the future, he would not hesitate to immediately lead his entire force back home.

This universe is open to whoever wants to play.

"Ugh—!"

In the face of death, Sergei's ferocity erupted completely. He clasped his hands together, unleashing supreme divine power, and clamped the Eternal Spear tightly between them, forcefully throwing Wen Ming, spear and all, to the side!
He could almost see the blasphemer being thrown about in a sorry state.

But Wen Ming's response far exceeded his expectations.

The instant he was thrown away, Wen Ming decisively let go, allowing the Eternal Spear to slip from his grasp.
"Pfft——!"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through a body was clearly heard.

Sergei looked down in astonishment at the spearhead piercing his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You... how do you still have a gun?!"
Suddenly, a dragon scale spear gleaming with a fierce red light appeared in Wen Ming's hand!
"Who says I can only have one gun?"

Wen Ming scoffed and suddenly twisted his wrist with force. Sergei's heart was instantly shattered by the violent dragon's power, and his whole body immediately began to convulse violently.

Wen Ming dared not be careless in the slightest. Suddenly, an orange-red light shone inside the Guardian Mech, and the raging flames of immortality surged into Sergei's body along the Dragon Scale Spear!

"Ahhhh——!"

Sergei let out a piercing scream, feeling as if his very soul was on the verge of collapse under the scorching flames.

However, Wen Ming's killing move was not over.

"Pfft——!"

Another dull thud of a blade piercing flesh! Sergei, who was roaring in pain, froze again, looking down in disbelief: "How... there's... another gun?!"

A golden spear suddenly pierced through Wen Ming's chest!

The gun gleamed with a sacred and majestic light.

Immediately afterwards, a goddess of breathtaking beauty, exuding an aura of supreme authority, gracefully flew out from Wen Ming's body—it was his guardian goddess, the goddess of supreme authority, Minerva!
"Pfft——!"

The third sound pierced through and resounded throughout the battlefield!
Sergei's body jolted violently as another familiar spear tip emerged from his chest—the very same Eternal Spear that he had just flung away!

“Impossible…it clearly…” Sergei’s thoughts almost stopped.

"No need to guess."

Wen Ming's voice was like a final judgment: "The Eternal Spear, once thrown, will surely hit its target!"

Do you understand the law of cause and effect? "

The three divine spears unleashed their power simultaneously, and the terrifying force completely tore apart Sergei's divine body and the cycle of divine power.

Even a powerful general like him was now powerless to resist.

The vast power of true words within him surged outwards uncontrollably, like a torrent bursting its banks.

"Come on, let's eat!"

Wen Ming patted his chest, and two more dazzling divine lights flew out—Goddess Ava and Wells appeared at the same time!
The three goddesses felt the pure and immense power of the mantra within Sergei, and their eyes shone with excitement.

How many gods have I consumed while following this master?

They simultaneously placed their hands on Sergei's struggling body, as if initiating some kind of sacred plundering ritual, frantically extracting the divine power accumulated within him—the power of truth.

Wen Ming did not directly absorb these powers, but instead carefully took out the miniature "Stellar Extraction Tower".

Under his control, the surging power of the true words was rapidly purified and compressed, transforming into crystal-clear white energy blocks containing terrifying energy.

After doing all this, and confirming that Mary and the others had slaughtered all the Divine Kingdom's army and cleaned up the battlefield, Wen Ming gently placed his hand on the back of the goddess Minerva. Using her body as a conduit, he began to systematically absorb the vast and pure power of the mantra.

Sergei glared at everything with eyes wide with fury. He wanted to struggle, to roar, but the three divine spears pinned him firmly to the ground, like eternal pillars sealing away sins.

What drove him to despair the most was that he could clearly feel his proud, almost inexhaustible divine power was draining away at an unprecedented speed, completely out of his control and unable to be slowed down in the slightest.

it's over...

This was the only thought remaining in Sergei's mind before his consciousness completely sank into darkness.

……

"I'm sorry to have startled you."

The Stellar Extraction Tower operated at full power, and Sergei's divine power was rapidly drained like a river bursting its banks. In the end, his once mighty divine body completely dimmed, turning into an empty shell.

Wen Ming did not stop. He gestured for Pandora and Mary to come forward and conduct a comprehensive sampling and biological scanning analysis of Sergei's body, in an effort to unravel the mystery of the divine general's power.

After making the arrangements, he turned and walked toward Durga and her daughter, who were still trembling.

Although all the Divine Kingdom soldiers and Sergei, one of the Eight Divine Generals, were killed by Wenming and the threat was eliminated, the fear in the eyes of the mother and daughter did not dissipate.

Durga held his daughter Misra tightly behind him, his voice trembling, "Ashura... how is he?"

"He's been framed, but don't worry, with his abilities, he should be able to get back quickly."

Wen Ming tried his best to make his tone sound calm.

He knew that Asura's experience was like a divine version of "Lin Chong mistakenly entering the White Tiger Hall." Fortunately, this war god was strong enough and not as cowardly as Lin Chong. He was fighting his way home.

In the original course of fate, when Ashura dragged his weary and bloodied body home, he would only find his beloved wife Durga lying dying in a pool of blood, and his daughter Misra already kidnapped by Sergei.

He didn't even have time to hear a complete farewell; he could only watch helplessly as Durga perished in his arms.

Driven by extreme rage, he charged toward the Seven Star Heaven, but was blasted into hell by Deus with a single blow, and slept for 12000 years.

Hearing that her husband was safe and sound, Durga's tense nerves relaxed slightly. She swayed, barely managing to straighten up. Just then, a roar filled with anxiety and panic shattered the silence of the courtyard as it drew nearer:
"Durga! Misra—!"

Before the figure even arrived, the violent rage pressed down on them as if it were a tangible force.

Ashura's figure landed with a thud, and the moment he saw that his wife and daughter were unharmed, his massive body visibly relaxed.

Durga and Misra could no longer contain their emotions and rushed into his broad and firm embrace, bursting into tears as if to release all their fear and grievances.

Comforting his weeping wife and daughter in his arms, Ashura's sharp gaze swept across the courtyard, finally settling on Sergei's lifeless corpse.

He frowned, looking at Wen Ming with scrutiny and suspicion: "You killed Sergei? This...was a conspiracy you orchestrated?"

Wen Ming slapped his head helplessly. Liana, who was standing next to him, spoke coldly, her words like knives: "It was your father who saved your wife and daughter."

"To not even understand this? How foolish! No wonder you were so easily framed!"

Ashura's body trembled violently, his face filled with disbelief.

Durga quickly stopped crying and looked up to confirm, "It's true, Ashura. It was this gentleman and his companions who saved us."

Sergei led his troops here, accusing you of treason and insisting on taking our daughter Misra away..."

"Deus!! Sergei!! You deserve to die!!"

The truth was like a lit fuse, instantly igniting Asura's rage.

As the embodiment of "rage," the more intense his emotions, the more terrifying and unparalleled his power becomes—in the distant future, he might even be able to kill the creator god with this raging fury.

However, that was the future Asura who had endured 12000 years of hellish trials and tribulations and lost everything.

At this moment, with his wife and daughter still in his arms, his anger, though raging, was far from reaching its peak.

If the original plot had unfolded as it should, he would have soon died at the hands of Deus due to insufficient power.

Wen Ming knew that time was of the essence and that he had to break this vicious cycle.

He stepped forward, his voice urgent and clear: "Listen, Asura! In your original destiny, Durga would be killed by Sergei, and you would be killed by Deus, fall into hell, and be separated from your daughter for 12000 years!"
The root of all this is a test for you by the creator god, the Wheel-Turning King—he is choosing his successor!

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the astonished family of three, before offering his crucial suggestion: "Now, I have a way that might be able to take your family out of this universe and completely change this tragic fate."

But I can't guarantee that I can take all three of you with me at the same time, and once I leave, especially Durga, who is supposed to die but hasn't, she will never be able to return to this universe.

Your family may only be able to reunite in my metaverse.

Tell me, are you willing to take the risk?

"What? The creator god? The Wheel-Turning King? Twelve thousand years?"

A barrage of information struck Ashura like a hammer blow, leaving the simple-minded Ashura bewildered. He was known for his strength, not his intelligence, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen into the trap so easily.

But Durga is different.

As the wife and sister of a divine general, she was by no means a mere pretty face.

In a very short time, she weighed the pros and cons, and a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

She broke free from her husband's embrace, bowed deeply to Wen Ming, and said firmly, "Thank you for saving my life and telling me the truth. As long as my husband and daughter can escape this inevitable tragedy, I am willing to go with you!"

"Alright! Let's act immediately!"

Wen Ming decisively reached out and grabbed Ashura's thick wrist first, while Ashura held his wife and daughter's hands tightly.

However, the expected spatial fluctuations did not occur.

Crows flew overhead, and the courtyard remained silent; nothing happened.

Ashura looked at Wen Ming with a puzzled expression. Wen Ming showed no embarrassment. He released Ashura's hand and instead took Durga's hand.

The next second, Durga and Misra vanished from their spots. "?!"

Asura looked at his empty arms and his wife and daughter who had disappeared before his eyes. A great confusion replaced his anger, and his face was full of question marks.

But just a few breaths later, the light shone again.

Misra and Wenming reappeared, but Durga did not return.

"What...what exactly is going on?" Ashura's voice was filled with suppressed impatience and confusion.

"It's too late to explain."

Wen Ming suddenly looked up at the sky.

Six figures, radiating overwhelming divine power and killing intent, broke through the clouds and rapidly approached!

It was none other than the six divine generals, led by Deus, the commander-in-chief of the Divine Kingdom Army!

Ashura's escape and Sergei's death made them realize that the plan had gone horribly wrong, and they had to come in person to eliminate all the variables.

Wen Ming spoke rapidly to Ashura, instructing him: "Ashura! Unleash all your fury!"
The angrier you are, the more likely you are to survive Deus!

Remember, Deus is here today to kill your wife and take your daughter away!

Do you want them to live?!

"Of course I want to! Anyone who dares to touch them, I'll tear them to pieces!!"

Ashura may not have understood anything else, but the words "killed his wife and daughter" acted like the most powerful accelerant, instantly pushing Ashura's anger to a new peak.

He let out a deafening roar, and his body erupted with a violent crimson aura, like a shooting star shooting backward, fearlessly rushing towards the six figures in the sky!

Seeing her father facing a powerful enemy alone, Misra immediately cupped her hands to her heart, and pale golden light gathered in her palms, attempting to use her divine power to amplify her father's strength.

however--

"Click——!!!"

A pure white bolt of lightning, imbued with absolute laws and the will to destroy, tore through the entire sky without warning. Its brilliance was so dazzling that it briefly caused the world to lose its color!

The lightning struck the Asura who had just charged forward with perfect precision!
Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, the imposing Asura, at a speed ten times faster than when he rose, plummeted towards the massive Gaia below, like a fly swatted by an invisible giant hand, carrying fragments of energy and black smoke...

Upon witnessing this scene, Wen Ming's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart trembled violently.

isn't it? !

Deus is that strong? He instantly killed Asura?!

Was Ashura's instant defeat in the original story not due to plot requirements, but rather a genuine crushing defeat of his opponent's strength?!

This is a terrifying Asura who dares to challenge the creator god!
The difference between being angry and not being angry is too big, isn't it?

Hulk, looks like you've found company.

"No—Daddy!!!"

Misra let out a heart-wrenching cry, witnessing her father fall like a meteorite, feeling as if her own heart was shattering.

She struggled to rush out, to run in the direction her father had fallen.

But Wen Ming reacted quickly, grabbing her arm tightly: "Don't cry, I have a way to save your father!"

Misra's crying stopped abruptly. She looked at Wen Ming with some suspicion, but Wen Ming didn't have time to explain further.

"Let's go! Back to the hotel immediately!"

Wen Ming quickly issued the order, brooking no questioning. However, Misra was completely disoriented and almost collapsed from extreme grief. Wen Ming had no choice but to pick her up in his arms. Mary, Leona, Whip, and the others did not hesitate and prepared to go back to the hotel with Wen Ming.

However, the next second.

Everyone was stunned.

"Dad, why can't we go back?"

Leona and Whip looked at Wen Ming with some panic, while Mary and the others, though calm, also had a hint of panic in their eyes.

Wen Ming was also stunned.

We can't go back to the hotel?

This made even the usually confident Wen Ming a little flustered, but he reacted extremely quickly, activating his quantum bracelet and immediately opening a spatial rift: "Go in!"

Everyone immediately obeyed and entered the spatial rift together.

Wen Ming hugged Misra and was the last to enter the spatial rift. The figures of the group instantly disappeared from their original positions.

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard, which had just been filled with noise and the flames of war, was now only occupied by Sergei and nearly a hundred cold corpses of the Divine Kingdom soldiers, silently telling the story of the brief but tragic conflict that had just taken place.

And then there were the six divine figures in the sky, radiating terrifying pressure, slowly descending.

The leader was none other than Deus, the commander-in-chief of the Divine Kingdom Army.

His eyes, brimming with lightning, swept across the empty courtyard. When he confirmed that Misra's presence had completely vanished, a destructive burst of lightning erupted from his body, turning the nearby ruins into dust!
"Misra—"

Deus's roar was like thunder from the heavens, shaking the entire capital city. "Search! Dig three feet into the ground, search every corner of the divine kingdom and Gaia planet, you must bring Misra back to me!"

Without her, our "Indra" plan is nothing but a castle in the air!

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!"

The Divine Kingdom army responded in unison, their voices devoid of any pretense of piety and kindness, replaced only by naked violence and greed.

Like hungry wolves unleashed from their cages, they rushed into the streets and houses of the capital, kicking down doors, smashing, looting, and committing heinous acts, instantly turning the peaceful capital into a living hell.

With Deus's tacit approval and even indulgence, they finally tore off their last shred of pretense, completely exposing the ugliest and cruelest side of theocracy.

……

"Rumble--"

The fall from the heavens to the earth was both brief and long.

Ashura felt like a stone being thrown by a catapult, tearing through the atmosphere at an astonishing speed.

His vision was filled with the intense heat of friction and the shattered clouds; Deus's strike, imbued with absolute power, had nearly shattered his divine body and will simultaneously.

He was already at his last gasp, on the verge of his soul dissipating, but he still glared angrily, his unwillingness and anger being the last pillars that kept his consciousness from completely dissipating.

"Boom-"

The moment Asura struck the ground, a deafening roar comparable to the collision of stars erupted, and a massive crater thousands of meters in diameter appeared on the surface of Gaia.

But the downward momentum did not stop.

The earth shattered layer by layer like a fragile eggshell, and Asura continued to fall into the interior of the planet, towards the legendary "Gap World" that connected the endless void and the realm of the dead.

Just as his consciousness was about to be swallowed by eternal darkness and his body was about to fall into the void from which even gods could not escape, a steady and powerful transparent hand suddenly reached out from the void and accurately grabbed his broken arm.

The downward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

"Uh……"

The dying Asura strained to focus his vision, trying to make out who it was. However, the other person seemed to be one with the space itself; he could only feel the firm grip, but couldn't make out their appearance.

Immediately afterwards, a strange scene came into his blurry vision: a bean emitting a faint green glow of life appeared out of thin air in front of him and then moved closer to his mouth.

"Eat it, and you will regain your strength."

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Ashura felt a slight sense of relief. It was the mysterious person who had saved his wife and daughter!

Driven by his survival and revenge instincts, he used his last bit of strength to open his mouth. He no longer had the strength to chew, so he swallowed it whole.

The next moment, a miracle happened!
An indescribable, overwhelming torrent of life instantly swept over every corner of his body!
The divine bones, almost completely shattered by Deus, were reshaped and healed amidst crackling sounds. The depleted power of the true words, like a tide drawn by the gravitational pull of a star core, frantically drew, surged, and restored itself from the void and even from his own anger!
In just a few breaths, his divine body and power, which were on the verge of collapse, were restored to their original state, and even became more refined and active due to extreme anger!
"This...this is..."

Ashura moved his arms, which were now full of renewed strength, his face filled with disbelief.

"These are Senzu Beans, from a universe called Dragon Ball. As long as you have a breath left, they can instantly restore you to your full potential."

Wen Ming's voice rang out again, but he remained hidden. He pulled Ashura along, and the space rippled slightly as the two appeared in a secluded, deserted valley.

“I know all of this may be hard for you to understand, but time is of the essence, and I must explain it to you.”

Wen Ming knew that Ashura was simple-minded, so he tried to be as concise as possible: "First of all, your daughter Misra has been temporarily placed in a secluded place by me. I will take you there to see her in a while. Your wife Durga has been properly settled in my metaverse."

Hearing that his wife and daughter were safe and sound, Ashura's tense nerves finally relaxed considerably, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Secondly, it's about your fate."

The creator god, Wheel King, has chosen you as his successor.

Therefore, you must kill Deus and the other six, and you must also kill 'Karma Brithara' before facing the creator god, King Chakravartin.

"The choice is yours: to fight or to become his successor."

"Why did he choose me?" Ashura frowned, full of doubt.

"Because he wanted to slack off, or rather, he was tired of the eternal duties."

Wen Ming sighed slightly and explained, "He wants to find a qualified successor to take over this universe, but he has been unable to find a suitable candidate."

So he restarted the universe time and time again, starting from scratch.

In this cycle of reincarnation, he chose you.

All the hardships, betrayals, and battles you have experienced, and will experience, are essentially his way of tempering you, unleashing your potential, and making you stronger until you are able to take his place.

To help Ashura understand more intuitively, Wen Ming took out a tablet computer and quickly played a plot explanation and key cutscenes from the game "Asura's Wrath".

Although Ashura wasn't good at complex thinking, when he witnessed the "original" trajectory of fate—his wife being killed, his separation from his daughter for 12000 years, endless battles, finally facing the Creator God, choosing to refuse to inherit, then killing the Creator God and dying himself, bidding farewell to his daughter forever, and finally being reincarnated 870 million years later to become a family again—his simple logic finally connected everything.

“So,” Ashura’s voice lowered, carrying an unprecedented understanding, “it wasn’t that I killed the Creator God by my own power, but that he constantly restarted the universe, creating and destroying countless lives, leaving all living beings with nowhere to vent their ‘anger,’ so that it could only gather on me, and through my hand, kill the Creator God.”

"Completely correct!"

Wen Ming was somewhat surprised by Ashura's unusual insight at this moment, and couldn't help but look at him with new respect: "In the countless cycles of reincarnation that have been reset in the past, King Yama has been arbitrarily restarting the universe, creating and destroying countless lives."

This accumulated an unimaginable amount of karmic retribution for killing and resentment, which ultimately backfired on King Yama, causing the originally supreme and transcendent creator god to become entangled in karma and fall into becoming a part of the universe, thus making it possible for him to be killed.

Otherwise, you will absolutely not be able to shake the true creator god with your own strength alone.

Your power of anger, in the final moment, originates from the wrath of countless beings filled with resentment towards fate.

This is the fundamental reason why I cannot take you away from this universe—completing this 'judgment' against the Creator God is your core mission and reason for existence as the embodiment of the wrath of all beings.

Ashura fell silent, his massive fist clenched tightly, the knuckles cracking.

After a long while, he raised his head, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, yet also with realistic considerations: "I understand."

So what should we do now?
Should we just charge back?

"Right now, I can't beat Deus."

"You need to find the source of your anger and the feeling of anger, Ashura."

Wen Ming patiently guided him, saying, "You need to find that kind of extreme rage that can burn the stars and tear the universe apart."

Think about it carefully, think about the pain of possibly being separated from your wife and daughter forever.

Imagine those seven trillion humans, how they will be exploited and enslaved by the Seven Star Heaven—well, the Six Star Heaven—over the next 12000 years… Imagine the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the endless wailing and despair… Doesn't that make your blood boil?

Wen Ming's words were like sparks thrown into dry wood, and Ashura's breathing became heavy. The air around him began to distort due to the sudden increase in temperature, and the crimson power of the mantra, like a suppressed volcano, faintly emerged and roared on his body.

However, Wen Ming did not show a satisfied smile; instead, his eyes were filled with deep pity.

Anger was born!
Asura is about to die!

This is the most exciting, yet also the most tragic, aspect of the world of "Asura's Wrath"—rage is the meaning of Asura's existence, and also his destined fate, which cannot be changed.

Even if I wanted to take him with me, I couldn't.

In this world manipulated by the creator god, the wrath of the Asura is both a curse and the only salvation.

Every time anger is ignited, it is the very essence of Asura's life that is being burned.

And now, this flames of revenge, fueled by lives, are about to engulf the entire universe.

When anger reaches its peak, it will transform into a raging inferno that consumes everything, and the end of that inferno is destined to be ashes.

Creator God, you're going to die!
……

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