The Cliff Divine King regained his normal state after losing the oppressive force as vast as a world from the Mountain Lord.
Every inch of his being trembled, as if facing the first deadly threat of his life, yet he could not discern what the threat was.
He dared not flee, sensing that turning to escape would mark his death in that instant.
The reason behind this was unknown to him, and it was precisely this uncertainty that brought an indescribable, overwhelming fear.
He could no longer care for anything else; with a shake of his body, he began to rapidly expand.
In just a moment, he transformed into a giant, half divine, half devil, with both constantly shifting and transforming.
On his back, large arms emerged, carrying a world as if broken, dramatically increasing his aura once more.
This broken world, as the arms tense, slowly merged into the body of the Cliff Divine King.
