The Sky Changed

The three-way battle ended with the God of the Sky biting the dust.

The outcome had clearly caught everyone off guard.

Even Dies Martin hadn't expected the God of the Sky to be the one who died.

Once he was sure the God of Light had truly left and wouldn't come back for another strike, Dies Martin relaxed his guard a little. He formed an avatar beside Qin Chuan, his expression complicated.

Qin Chuan smiled. "Old Ma, what's with that look? Don't tell me you're afraid I'll shoot you."

Dies Martin shook his head. "That's not what worries me. I'm wondering whether the God of the Sky is really dead. His Divine Kingdom collapsed, yes, but his body is still intact. That doesn't sit right with me. If the God of Light has some special way to bring him back, we'll have a problem."

Qin Chuan thought for a moment. "Old Ma, you're scaring yourself. After what happened to the God of the Sky, do you really think he could come back? Besides, I just heard that all his followers suffered a backlash. The archbishop and bishops are dead, and even the less devout followers have mostly been left witless."

He added, "Instead of worrying about whether the God of the Sky will come back, we should be asking what's going on with the God of Light. Those black tentacles seem closely connected to the power behind the Black Death. Speaking of which, Old Ma, how much do you know about it?"

"Not much," Dies Martin said. "But one thing's certain: the Black Death brought so much death that the Death Bringer's power reappeared, and we eventually inherited it. Though I haven't been a Death Bringer in a long time."

"Hm?"

Qin Chuan's gaze sharpened. "You inherited the Death Bringer's