At this moment, they felt the unimaginable power contained within the flames.
"Impossible!"
"Damn it, how, how could you master such a level of Divine Fire?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Voices filled with disbelief emerged from the mouths of the figures engulfed in flames, their expressions marked by fear and incredulity.
Zoziraha never imagined that Prometheus, this filthy human, could master the use of Divine Fire like this.
Divine Fire, that was indeed Divine Fire.
Even in the era when the Divine Realm still existed, the presence of Divine Fire was indisputable.
In legend, it represents the beginning of everything and also the end of everything.
It was the power left behind by the God of Light.
Even after consuming much of its power over billions of years, the remaining strength still far surpasses that of an Upper-Rank God.
The flames covered everything.
The white flames enveloped the entire space, even time itself.
