He reshaped his appearance, restrained his aura, and walked out of the subway station. Not long after, he met someone face to face.
He couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
Even as a god, a slight thrill rose uncontrollably in his heart.
A human proverb suddenly surfaced in his mind:
"The road to heaven is open, yet you don't take it, while you force your way into hell with no gate!"
That battle was his disgrace. For a dignified god to be helpless against a mere mortal, he had no choice but to retreat.
Now, he was much stronger than when he first descended; in the Tam World, he had specifically used his divine power on this body, not only washing away the aura of death but also gaining some enhancement. Even now, without borrowing divine power, the strength of his body alone had stabilized at the legendary level.
Last time, he was only a quasi-legendary.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he proceeded step by step.
