Atop the mountain, there was deathly silence.
Season Star, Night Cherry Tangle, and the others only sensed Qin Chuan's figure vanish for an instant.
Then, the divine aura that had been entrenched deep within the volcano, suffocating and oppressing them, simply evaporated into thin air.
There had been no earth-shaking explosion, no aftershock from collapsing laws, and not even the slightest ripple of energy spreading outward.
Everything was frighteningly quiet, as though the existence of that Lower God just now had been nothing more than a shared hallucination.
"Is... is it over?"
Dawn spoke instinctively, his voice especially jarring atop the empty mountain.
"Looks like it... maybe?"
Sword Master in the Snow replied uncertainly. He even suspected that the president had used some method to isolate the battle in another dimension.
Only Season Star and Night Cherry Tangle exchanged a glance, both seeing the undisguised shock in the other's reaction.
They understood what this meant better than the others.
This wasn't isolation. It was an instant kill.
In the brief span of time before they could even react, a god, along with every trace of its existence, had been completely erased.
Just as everyone was caught between shock and doubt, Qin Chuan's figure silently reappeared where he had been.
He was spotless, without even a speck of volcanic ash on him, as though he had merely gone out for a stroll.
"Primary target eliminated."
Qin Chuan's voice rang out in everyone's minds, as calm as if he were stating some trivial fact.
"I temporarily warped the laws here. Its death won't be detected by the Pantheon."
"You have ten minutes to clear out all remaining creatures on this volcano and loot everything of value."
"After ten minutes, we withdraw."
As his voice fell, Qin Chuan's will had already connected with