The dark red earth was scorched by the intense heat, its surface starting to crack and carbonize!
"Who's there?!"
Before the altar, a Bishop whipped his head around, looking in Wei Song's direction.
Shock and suspicion flickered in his dark purple pupils.
Just a moment ago, he had felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of dread.
But it was already too late.
Wei Song raised his right hand, palm facing up.
HUMMM!
A fist-sized, incandescent ball of light coalesced in his palm.
Inside the sphere of light, the temperature was still skyrocketing.
Thirty thousand degrees, forty thousand, fifty thousand…
Its color shifted from incandescent white to golden-red, and then to an almost transparent "pure white."
Its brightness increased dramatically, as if… a true sun was being born in his palm.
The light radiating from the sphere illuminated the entire bleak sky!
All the Cultists in the camp stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.
