Kapitel 871: God’s Destiny

Bearing the power of the palm, the Werewolf King's body arched back and shot out like a rocket. He slammed against the hard altar.

Boom.

The chaos 800 years ago hadn't been able to damage the altar, but the Werewolf King crashing into it actually caused it to cave in. Pieces of stone fell down, burying the Werewolf King.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the ground. His black hair fluttered in the wind, but his eyes were still calm. He raised his arm and looked at the Divine Fire Jingmie in his palm. "The divine fire has really multiplied my abilities," he muttered to himself.

The Divine Fire Jingmie was fire that only a deity could control. It didn't belong to the mortal world. Instead, it came from the insubstantial world of the gods. Of course, the power of the Divine Fire Jingmie changed often and was vast. It didn't only represent destruction. It also had other elements.