"Huff..."

A long, weary sigh.

"It's over."

Tie Wu lowered his head, gazing at the scene on the ground.

A magnificent iron rain had successfully leveled the entire Lion Alley.

Countless iron weapons had fallen from the sky, smashing the ground buildings with devastating force. It was a vast divine punishment... The old residence left by Lu Cheng was completely destroyed, which also meant that the materials, documents, and sealed items left by this unparalleled genius of the Eastern Continent had all turned into nothingness.

For Madam and Nan Jin... the greatest value of Lion Alley was the memories left behind by this old residence.

But most of the spirit in the world is contained within matter.

When matter is destroyed.

The spirit... ceases to exist.

The dense iron weapons, following the will of "God," lined up and hovered, dispersing with a strange density. In fact, the original indiscriminate attack was only because the operator's mental strength was not strong enough.

When your mental strength is strong enough, you can wield a thousand swords to stab a thousand different targets.

This iron rain only fell for one person.

The collapsed old residence turned into ruins, and dense iron weapons were inserted into the earth, from the outside to the inside, from sparse to dense. In the most central area, the swords almost collided with each other, the latter penetrating and shattering the former, showing the density... After the iron rain ended, a pit of dozens of meters was chiseled out of the ground, and the smell of rust and blood permeated the air.

The thin man sitting on the Iron Throne, with his windbreaker tattered, had a somewhat pale complexion. There were indeed "miracles" in this world, and the [Apostles] who mastered the relics could indeed bloom with divine radiance.

But this world is still fair.

The appearance of miracles requires a price.

Becoming a god also requires a price.

At the moment of "extraordinary awakening," everyone undergoes a transformation. Muscles and bones are washed by extraordinary source matter, evolving so-called "extraordinary abilities." For those ordinary people who have not awakened, the extraordinary are already "gods."

And the power of the Fire Seed can be regarded as a second "rebirth."

At the moment when the will of the Dionysus Throne descended, Tie Wu's muscles and bones were washed by the torrent of consciousness. He became indestructible and unstoppable, and the price he paid was... using his body, comparable to steel, to bear the powerful will of the "God Throne."

This time, using the relic only took a second.

But even if it was only a second, it still put a burden on the body. How can ordinary people who covet divine power have a good end?

This is a second that cannot be ignored... The lifespan of the [Apostle] is probably the accumulated time of countless seconds.

Becoming an [Apostle], the God Throne bestows a wisp of blessing, which is already a great enhancement.

Only in desperate situations, or when there is no other choice, will the relic be used. Each use of the relic is a burden, an overdraft, and the only result of excessive overdraft is death.

But... so what?

All mortals must die.

It's just a matter of sooner or later.

Tie Wu leisurely and contentedly exhaled a breath of turbid air. He enjoyed the soreness, weakness, and emptiness between his muscles and bones. In fact, the short one-second use of the relic did not overdraw his body too much. This "discomfort" was not because his body could not bear it, but because... the power of the God Throne was really an addictive thing.

Once you have tasted the power of God, you will not be willing to be a mortal.

Even if it's only for a second.

In this second, he was a real "god." His muscles and bones were washed by holy light, his will was more dazzling than the great sun, and he could dominate the life and death of everyone in this world.

After falling from the altar, there was a clear sense of discomfort in the body.

But Tie Wu was in a good mood, and he almost whistled.

The Iron Throne slowly descended and hovered above the pit in the ground. He looked contentedly at the broken corpse in the pit. His life was lost for a short "second," while this man lost everything.

The hot mist of boiling ironware constantly came from the pit.

Because of the power of God.

This iron rain fell with immense heat, and now there are still layers of rolling heat waves lingering on the ground. The fiery iron swords pierced everything, including the chest of this man in a suit. Perhaps this was a respectable opponent, but now, after using the relic, he was just a slightly larger ant.

Tie Wu smiled softly, finding it a little funny.

Until now, he didn't even know the man's name.

But... it doesn't matter anymore.

It's time to kill Lu Nan Zhi.

It was all because of this tricky man that he was forced to use the relic and caused such a big commotion. Calculating the time, the titled experts of the Eastern Continent should be arriving soon... If he doesn't kill Lu Nan Zhi, the trouble will only get bigger.

Tie Wu silently recited Qin Ye's name twice in his heart, but received no response.

"Why haven't I heard from Lao Qin..."

He frowned and muttered, got up from the throne, and walked forward slowly. The Iron Throne automatically disassembled, turning into extremely thin iron sheets, appearing at his landing point like a pieced-together suspension bridge.

Did he encounter some accident?

Tie Wu raised his head. The [Sumeru] above his head was still there, the domain hadn't been lifted... His worries should be unnecessary.

This is the capital of the Eastern Continent. Who could be dangerous to Qin Ye?

He really couldn't imagine it.

Tie Wu flicked his fingers, and countless iron sheets flew out in all directions. He scattered his mental strength, searching for Lu Nan Zhi's aura within the [Sumeru] domain.

"Mm... found her."

He narrowed his eyes.

A picture appeared in his mind. Lu Nan Zhi was being carried on the back of a woman, rapidly fleeing towards the boundary of the [Sumeru] domain.

Is she actually running for her life?

And... judging from this speed, this woman is really about to leave the [Sumeru] domain.

At the same time, the iron sheet transmitted another picture... In the damp and dark underground pipes of the old city, Qin Ye's cheeks were wrapped in a mass of illogical material, and his whole person exuded a strong aura of deathly stillness.

I see.

It seems that Qin Ye has also fallen into the trap of the despicable people of the Eastern Continent.

"Lao Qin, ah, Lao Qin... you have this day too?"

Tie Wu smiled, revealing his white teeth.

He was about to step forward when his expression suddenly froze.

From the pit behind him... there seemed to be a very faint sound.

He would never mishear it. It was the tremor of ironware.

Tie Wu frowned and looked back. The "corpse," which was almost torn apart and had almost bled dry, slowly stretched out a palm, clenched an iron sword that pierced its chest, and pulled it out little by little.

Tie Wu's expression became very strange.

Not dead?

How is that possible!