New World

Ilúvatar wanted to stop Apophis, but after Chang Wei slightly increased the output of the Black Flame, he could no longer withstand it.

Ilúvatar could not believe that the Black Flame had grown to such a degree.

Had I given him too many opportunities?

"It's over, Ilúvatar!"

Before Gandalf's stunned eyes, Chang Wei turned the Black Flame around and engulfed Ilúvatar.

Ilúvatar frantically covered himself in Secret Fire, but he still could not stop the Black Flame from appearing on his body.

He began to be scorched by the Black Flame, experiencing the "pain" he had never felt since his birth.

"Do you feel pain now, god?"

"Gods can feel pain too. And they can bleed."

Chang Wei quickly tossed out a few more famous lines. Still, it was hardly surprising. Though Ilúvatar was called the Creation God, he had only created the universe of Eä.

Of course he could feel pain and bleed. Truly high-dimensional beings should have been impossible to interfere with or affect.

Any so-called god with a physical form, any god that could be interfered with or affected, could be killed.

"Impossible!"

Watching Ilúvatar scream in agony, Gandalf felt his mind tremble and his soul shudder.

Apophis had actually done what he said he would—kill Ilúvatar and take his place!

Gandalf tried to stop him, but he was utterly powerless in a battle between the two.

Even the power Ilúvatar had left on him to protect him was beginning to fade.

Gandalf too felt the terrifying heat and the burning pain it brought.

Yet he still moved forward resolutely, willing to sacrifice even this body.

Ilúvatar could not die. Otherwise, this world would be finished. Compared with the world and Ilúvatar, one Gandalf was nothing worth mourning!

Chang Wei watched Gandalf advance, his body vanishing inch