That strange wave spreading from the center of the sea area, both dead and yet containing the newborn, acted like an invisible fuse, completely igniting the most primitive desires and deepest fears in the hearts of all the gods present.
"We cannot wait any longer!" Nether Monarch Astaroth's will was like ten-thousand-year-old ice, yet carried an imperceptible scorching heat. "Once this force completely stabilizes, we will have no chance left!"
"Join forces!" Lord of Destruction's roar shook the heavens and earth, his massive will no longer targeting Dies Martin or Night Lady, but turning instead toward that vortex of energy. "Seize it first! If it cannot be seized, destroy it completely!"
"Agreed!" Myriad-Devouring Deepthroat Grum's shadowy giant mouth emitted a dull assent.
War God Helion and Hunting Goddess Artemis exchanged a glance, both seeing unprecedented solemnity and murderous intent in each other's eyes.
"Victory belongs to the light!" Helion raised the golden holy sword high, his voice filled with justice and majesty. "Purify this polluted sea area and eradicate all heretics!"
"For the Undead Realm, for the supreme divine authority!" Nether Monarch Astaroth's will spread as well.
In an instant, the gods who had previously fought alone or even attacked one another seemed to reach a strange, tacit understanding.
Their objective was highly unified—the entity undergoing unknown metamorphosis at the center of the sea area!
Rumble—!
Dozens of gods, regardless of whether they belonged to light, darkness, the undead, or the abyss, simultaneously erupted with their most powerful divine might at this moment.
Golden holy flame, pitch-black dead silence, scarlet curse, destructive sulfur, decaying plague...
Law powers with completely different attributes yet equally terrifying degrees converged from all directions as if agreed upon, pressing down fiercely toward the energy vortex in the center of the sea area that continuously devoured