Qin Chuan's figure vanished completely, and the terrifying pressure that had suppressed heaven and earth faded with him.
The world returned to its original course.
But to the Water God and Evergreen, the world seemed a little different now.
The two floated in midair, neither speaking for a time.
Below them, in the Land of Promise, the surviving people erupted into tearful cries and cheers after their brief daze and relief at having escaped death.
Kyle, Amina, and the other three Apostles dragged their exhausted bodies around, organizing people to treat the wounded and tally the losses.
Everything was noisy, yet full of life.
But that clamor seemed utterly out of place beside the two gods in the air.
"Damn it..."
The Water God finally could not hold back any longer and cursed under his breath, his voice terribly hoarse.
He lowered his head and looked at the Ice Abyss Staff in his hand. This Upper Divine Artifact, which had brought him boundless glory, now felt unfamiliar in his grasp—almost ridiculous.
"A hammer..."
He muttered bitterly, "Have I really been using this thing like a hammer all this time?"
Qin Chuan's words—"You treated water like a hammer"—made the Water God feel too ashamed to face anyone.
When he recalled his triumphant Myriad Illusions Annihilation, which had only served to hand himself over to the enemy on a platter, his face turned green and then white.
That had not been defeat. He had been toyed with, mercilessly crushed by a higher level of understanding!
"Arghhh! I'm so pissed!"
The Water God clawed at his hair in frustration and paced back and forth through the air. His Divine Might scattered chaotically in every direction due to his violent emotions, causing sheets of ice crystals to form in the air below before quickly