Divine Blood spilled across the Void, and Divine Kingdoms crumbled amid wails of despair.
The Overlord of Lies and Illusions watched it all with cold indifference.
The Pantheon he had spent billions of years building, the loyal Subordinate Gods who served him—now they were the cheapest kind of fuel, buying him one more moment of life at a time.
Grief?
No. All he felt was a flicker of impatience.
The deaths of those useless fools were not proving as effective as he had expected.
With a single casual breath, the Primordial Golden Dragon granted "reality" reduced three Lower Gods and their Divine Kingdoms to nothingness.
Each time the Radiant Seraph brought down his Judgment Holy Sword, an entire Divine Domain was cleansed by Holy Light.
They were dying too slowly.
But at last, an opportunity emerged.
His last Mid-Rank God subordinate burned his own Godhead to cast a "distortion" spell, briefly trapping a tentacle of the Chaos Ancient God. A fleeting opening appeared.
Now!
The Lies Overlord gathered every last trace of his Divine Origin into a single point, ready to tear open a rift to an unknown time and place and escape this Land of Despair for good.
Yet the moment his Divine Might touched the Void, it vanished without a trace.
At some point, an invisible, imperceptible veil had settled over the entire battlefield, that chaotic expanse littered with fallen gods.
Space had not been sealed.
Time had not been frozen.
But the very concept of "escape" seemed to have been erased from the laws governing this region.
This power was stranger than Qin Chuan's brutal Assassination, and far more chilling.
The Lies Overlord's Divine Soul contracted sharply.
He knew that aura all too well.
It was the Divine Authority of "lies," the whisper of "Deception."
But this