Slaying Main Gods in Succession to Seize Coordinates, the Origin Realm Devours the Ruins of the Gods

Dark brown rock stretched across the Origin Realm, strewn with torn white feathers and dark gold armor fragments.

Qin Chuan walked up to the Archangel with Black Blade hanging from his hand.

He was in no hurry to strike.

"You had a pretty loud mouth when you swung that giant balance weight at me." Qin Chuan crouched and lightly tapped the Archangel's shattered faceplate with the tip of his blade.

The Archangel shook like a leaf.

All twelve of the Light Wings he had once taken such pride in had been sheared away, leaving not a single feather. Pale golden Divine Blood hissed from the wounds on his back. The once-mighty Holy Light Law could no longer produce so much as a spark.

"You... you win." The Archangel's voice came out hoarse and thin. He instinctively shrank back. "Killing me won't benefit you. Let me go, and Heaven Country will acknowledge your Ownership of this universe."

Two harsh, mocking laughs came from a nearby pile of rubble.

The War Main God lay in a pool of blood, half his chest caved in. He could not even sit up, yet he still sneered. "Pathetic. These spineless fools from Heaven can do nothing but chant and pray. The moment they meet someone tough, they haven't even got the nerve to die on their feet."

The Archangel whipped his head around. "You brute! Everyone in the Pantheon has muscles for brains! If you hadn't underestimated him and charged in, how would we have ended up like this?"

"Enough. Don't put on a show for me." Qin Chuan stood and planted his right foot on the War Main God's broken wrist.

Bone cracked with a sickening crunch.

The War Main God did not make a sound. He stared Qin Chuan down. "Do it. Kill