Looking at the newly appeared god before him, who insisted on fighting and had inexplicably decided to become his enemy, Despair felt as though he had lifted a stone only to smash his own foot.
For gods like Despair and Joy, the best places to descend were locations close to humans or densely populated intelligent life.
Despair had chosen to descend in a place like this precisely so that he could contain the ocean and make things easier after his arrival.
Yet now that Jiang Yuan had blocked him, this place had truly become the perfect battlefield. Joy had no way to absorb energy on the spot, while Jiang Yuan would not hesitate out of concern for the people here.
What Despair found even harder to understand was that the way the other party spoke and thought seemed remarkably human.
What did he mean by deciding the victor here? Why was he putting on such a desperate posture, as if he wanted to fight?
Was he doing this on purpose? What did this mean?
But regardless, Despair's expression turned cold. Since this opponent had come with hostile intentions and was unwilling to communicate, then...
Wait! What was he doing?!
Jiang Yuan did not waste another word. He condensed a massive sword in the air.
He was astonished by the power inside him, power so great that even he could hardly believe it. That strength, unlike anything he had ever felt before, made him feel omnipotent.
If he had possessed such power back then, would his world have avoided falling into that state? Would they not have died?
At that thought, sorrow and indignation rose within him. The blue Light Sword stretched across the heavens, and only over this vast ocean could its full form be seen clearly.
The enormous energy