After dealing with the God of War and the Hunting Goddess in quick succession, Qin Chuan made no further move.
Shrouded in overwhelming pressure, with the two Dark Gold and Starlight Godheads radiating the aura of fallen Main Gods beside him, he slowly turned and flew toward the Magic City Stronghold.
Qin Chuan was in no hurry. Any Demigod could have caught up with him, yet not a single god of the Abyss or the Undead dared to block his path.
The sea wind still howled, but the suffocating fury and chaos in the air had settled to an eerie calm.
The surviving gods, whether lords of the Abyss or monarchs of the Undead, merely watched Qin Chuan depart from afar. At his side floated the two Godheads that proclaimed his terrifying victories.
"We're... we're just letting him leave?" The Lord of Destruction's vast will seethed with resentment and suppressed rage. His voice echoed among the Abyss Lords, though it lacked conviction. "Those two Godheads..."
"What else? Are you going to stop him?" Soul Devouring Monarch Grego's Scarlet Chains trembled faintly. Fear and mockery edged his voice. "Did you miss what happened to Helion and Artemis? Or do you want to be the third?"
The Lord of Destruction had no answer.
Of course he had seen it. Qin Chuan had struck twice: once to erase Origin Essence, once to devour his target outright. Both were beyond his comprehension.
Nether Monarch Astaroth slowly drew in his Eternal Silence Domain. His deep gaze swept over the Lord of Lava and Lord of Torture gathering at the distant horizon, then over the faintly visible Night Lady and Dies Martin. "The fact that he didn't keep attacking is the best outcome we could have hoped for. What we need to consider now is what