The God of Storms' will shook the void, wary and baffled.
"This interference isn't just blocking energy. It acts directly on the laws themselves." His voice rumbled like distant thunder.
"It's as if someone tampered with the information the world sends us," replied the Lich God of the Dead Kingdom, his will cold and sinister.
"What we sensed was the result after the tampering."
That conclusion plunged every High God in the exchange into brief silence.
Qin Chuan was trapped in Magic City by the Law Cage they had built with their own hands.
On another continent, a newborn Blood God flaunted his existence without restraint.
So who was this silent hunter, this third party capable of deceiving their senses?
The Lava Tyrant's fury flared again, but this time it was laced with unease he could not suppress.
"Enough! How many things is this damned world hiding from us?" His roar was no longer a simple outburst, but a blustering demand born of fear.
"First Qin Chuan, and now another one! Are all the natives of this world masters of such underhanded tricks?"
No god answered him.
The same dark cloud hung over every one of them.
They had descended expecting higher-dimensional beings to crush an inferior civilization, expecting a feast where they would divide up the world.
But reality had struck at their arrogance again and again.
Magic City Stronghold, Command Center.
Qin Chuan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed.
The enormous Law Map still hovered before him, but his consciousness was not focused on the map. It had merged into every glowing string that formed it.
The moment Night Cherry Tangle killed Tooth of Decay, Qin Chuan sensed a String of Law representing the Lower God snap.
As it broke, a surge of venomous, chaotic information tried to