A few seconds later.
A figure engulfed in golden Divine Fire was floating midair.
The entire forest became deathly silent.
Faced with a middle-tier divine being, whether strong or weak, all creatures were paralyzed with fear, not daring to move, but they were destined to die.
Even without using a trace of Divine Power.
Its presence alone was like a blazing sun, scorching everything.
The trees in the forest withered as they lost moisture.
The thick humus rapidly turned to sand.
The once glossy fur and scales of countless creatures gradually dulled, their terrified eyes slowly dimmed, and before their souls could escape, they were obliterated by Divine Power, their bodies turning into mummified remains.
Some weaker insects began to spontaneously combust, turning into countless fire points.
In this quiet and dim forest, they drifted like ghostly flames at night.
The God of Flames was burning with fury inside.
