Smog looked at his current Divine Body. His incomplete Divine Core was now nearing perfection.
His eyes, filled with slaughter, brutality, and death, turned toward Samlet. Then he burst into maniacal laughter that pierced the ears like demonic music.
"Divine Body. Today, I have become a god. I grant you and this world the death of the end."
Yet Samlet merely looked at him as though he were an idiot, completely unaffected by the surging Divine Power radiating from him.
He gripped the unsealed Sword of Kings. Wielded by his hundred-zhang body, the enormous sword, dozens of zhang long, came crashing down upon Smog.
Watching the giant sword swing toward him, Smog bared a savage grin. The next moment, Divine Power belonging to death coursed through his body, condensing into a long-handled scythe that he swung toward Samlet as well.
With a clang, the shockwave spread ten thousand li. The various races of the Southern Barbarians hurried back to their ancestral shrines, drawing upon the power of Faith within to protect themselves, lest they be wiped out by the aftershocks.
Meanwhile, a barrier shield rose over Dwarf City. The dwarves brought out their clan's accumulated foundations, needing to suppress the active volcano within the city while also protecting Dwarf City from being destroyed by the battle's aftermath.
On Samlet's side, when the Sword of Kings in his hand came into contact with the Death God's Scythe condensed by Smog, a glimmer of golden light lit up along the blade. The Destruction Law within was stirred, and with a single stroke, it severed the Death God's Scythe in Smog's hand.
"How is that possible?"
Smog was horrified. This had been condensed from pure Divine Power and law. Bluntly put, aside from lacking a physical shell, it had practically been a true