Rebirth of Martial God

With perfect control, the White Emperor steered the Fallen Divine Valley through several desolate places to try and avoid

Bartholomew's followers.

Over twenty gods of chaos were currently chasing them, trying to capture the Fallen Divine Valley.

They were all incredibly powerful. This whole time, all of their attention had been focused on tracking the White Emperor and they hadn't lost him yet.

"This is so annoying! They don't look like they're going to give up until they've caught me,"

the White Emperor complained, reading the gods of chaos with his spiritual sense.

"If I hadn't been injured, I would have no reason to fear them.

They are weaklings! They shouldn't be able to bully me!

This is awful!"

he added, sighing dramatically.

"You're right! At your peak, you could kill them all with just one finger.

And you wouldn't even have to kill them. You could outrun them if you could control the Fallen Divine

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buy some time for you, and they will not be able to track down the Fallen Divine Valley,"

Austin suggested.

"What? Austin, you can't be serious.

You want to stay and block them?

Don't do that. It's too risky.

With your current strength, you can't defeat them. What do you plan on doing to survive?"

the infinity beast warned before the White Emperor could interject.

"He's right. It won't be safe,"

the White Emperor agreed.

"You two don't have to worry.

I'm confident that I can do this,"

Austin promised, nodding his head gently.

Once he was done speaking, he stretched out his hand and a burning Fire Bead appeared on his palm.

Under the control of his mind, flames gushed out of the Fire Bead.

They were the eight kinds of sacred fires that Austin had collected in the Eight Fires Valley.

With their appearance, they released an astonishing power that constantly distorted the space all around them.