Witch Slaughter was as insignificant as an ant in a palace of white jade.
But the terrifying figure of the Flying Lizard was truly divine.
It looked down on Witch Slaughter with indifference, its expression devoid of emotion.
And as for Witch Slaughter?
He raised his head, gazing at the deity among the snow-white clouds.
The deity was lizard-like—the very same deity of the Flame Race from his Contemplation Method.
However,
This time, Witch Slaughter discovered that compared to the deity he had last visualized in his contemplation thirty years ago,
the deity before him no longer bore any of its once-horrifying injuries.
Not only were there no injuries,
but as he gazed upon his deity, he could feel a terrifying aura.
This aura was countless times stronger than it had been thirty years ago.
Witch Slaughter even noticed that the Divine Body of his Witch God, Roasted, seemed slightly larger than it was thirty years ago.
Whether it was a trick of the light or not,
