A scorched black plain stretched out beneath the earth, baked again and again by geothermal heat and covered in cracks.
This was the God of Scorched Earth's Divine Domain.
With the Lava Tyrant's fall, the land had lost its source of Divine Might. Only a lifeless trace of warmth remained.
The God of Scorched Earth, a Lower God whose body was made of cracked clay and streaks of magma, lay curled in the ruins of a temple deep underground, desperately suppressing every trace of his presence.
His Divinity Core had never been weaker. His connection to his Main God had been severed by force.
Fear had overwhelmed his ability to think.
He could only hide and pray that the High Gods dividing up the spoils would overlook an insignificant figure like him.
Then a faint tremor passed through the surface.
The God of Scorched Earth's Divinity Core lurched.
They're here!
It was the scent of teeming life, of plants growing wild!
The Forest Goddess's people!
They'll "purify" this land, erase me and the very concept of "scorched earth," then plant their flowers and grass over everything!
Despair seized the God of Scorched Earth.
But then another presence, utterly different, punched through the layers of earth from another direction with even greater force.
It carried the chill of metal and the purity of Holy Light.
And a brand-new Divinity mingling death with judgment.
That New God under Qin Chuan has come too!
Two groups of hunters had found their trembling prey at the same time.
Boom!
A savage surge of life tore open the earth.
Two enormous roots woven from countless thorns and vines broke through the rock and ripped the God of Scorched Earth's ruined temple out of the ground.
Two figures radiating the auras of Lower Gods descended from