The Divine Pet roared as it lunged. Its cry was calamitous, turning the land within a ten-mile radius to scorched earth that then transformed into a Molten Lava Sea.
The boiling temperature constantly replenished the Divine Pet's energy. Ye Fan now understood that the creature was proficient in both close combat and ranged attacks. That wasn't all; it could replenish its energy at any time. If this was truly a pet of the gods, he had no idea how the ancestors of the Human Clan had ever managed to defeat the Divine Race. Such power was enough to drive one to despair.
At this moment, Ye Fan struggled to his feet. Enduring the searing temperature, he extended his right fist. "Nine Yang Power!"
As Ye Fan fully circulated the power in his Dantian, a blazing, potent Gang Yuan shot into the sky. It skimmed over the lava, raising a wave of molten rock more than ten meters high.
