The Fall of the God of War

The two forces collided with a thunderous crash, setting off waves of turbulent energy that swept outward like a tsunami. Black lightning writhed madly through the air like enraged dragons gone out of control, unleashing piercing detonations.

"Get—down!"

Ye Yang let out a low shout, and his power erupted once more like a mountain flood pouring forth. The enormous gray Blood Demon could no longer hold on. After a mournful cry, it collapsed with a boom, dissolving into gray mist that filled the sky and revealed Tikal's true body within.

He plummeted toward the ground like a meteor. With a deafening boom, he smashed out an even deeper and wider crater, sending dust and smoke soaring into the sky.

At the bottom of the pit, the murky blood-red haze in Tikal's eyes faded slightly, and a trace of his former clarity returned. He looked at the figure in the air, his lips trembling. "Old... Old man..."

Ye Yang slowly descended, his gaze calmly sweeping across the bottom of the crater. "That's one dealt with."

Elsewhere on the battlefield.

Vibration Power surged around Gilga, dismantling the Seven Kings' relentless assaults one by one. He keenly noticed that the gray mist wrapped around them had not only eroded their minds, but also acted like a catalyst, forcibly raising their Magic Power to another level.

Although he had suffered internal injuries in his previous battle against Selene, the gulf in their realms still allowed Gilga to hold the upper hand against the seven attackers. Still, the bizarre boost brought by the gray mist made the battle considerably more troublesome.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"

The seven figures sprang into action again! Yuzuki Kisaki pressed both hands against the ground, and gray-green light seeped into the soil. In an instant, countless savage vines coated in gray