Yang Qi had been playing the masked face all along, wanting to get into the coffin to see what Proud Heaven had left behind.

It was obvious that there was no way he would willingly allow himself to fall victim to the machinations of the masked face. Releasing this wretched and evil entity would only bring calamity to all of heaven and earth.

Therefore, instead of immediately undoing the sealing mark, he first absorbed the third type of power from the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth. Then he launched an attack at the masked face using the quintessence of battle and all varieties of martial disciplines. The Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth came from the Sovereign Lord, and inherently contained the martial aspects of the legion of gods.

Who could possibly stand up to something like that?

Normally speaking, Yang Qi shouldn’t have been strong enough to launch a sneak attack on the masked face. But because the sealing mark was crumbling, the face had been distracted....