The golden light shimmered brightly, dazzling the eyes, resembling the sun illuminating all, yet imbued with the essence of the earth's virtue, supporting all things and stabilizing the cosmos.
"Ah!!!"
Under such golden light, the demons and fierce ghosts not even at entry-level shrieked in anguish, their bodies dissolving like snow, turning to ashes in a flash.
Even the entry-level Evil God fierce ghosts felt immense pressure, black aura swirling around them, dissipating in strands, with signs of instability in their bodies.
"Merit Golden Light?"
"So that's it!"
"God of Merit!"
As the leader among the demons of Little Yellow Mountain, even the Panwang God faced the brunt of it. Despite being a Seventh-grade deity, the light was blinding, causing pain throughout his body, accompanied by a great pressure like moving mountains and suppressing peaks.
This immense pressure brought shock and anger, but amidst it was a faint relief.
Why relief?
