On destroying worlds, the Eight-Clawed God Above Gods were professionals.
After all, there was no secret to it—just practice.
The Golden Crow was melting the Arctic glaciers. It would completely transform the entire planet's ecology.
It was not merely the relatively "gentle" method of raising sea levels and turning the planet entirely into Mercury. More deadly still, the Firebird's temperature kept rising.
Heat like rootless fire continuously seeped into the atmosphere. The sky was constantly baked by two suns, one of which was far too close to the ground.
Clearly, the God Above Gods had no intention of keeping this world. It intended to destroy it outright.
That greedy, gluttonous beast was impervious to blades and spears and unmatched in combat. It was meant to hunt down high-level combatants, including gods, and wipe out these powerful beings on the surface.
Judging from the reports from the front lines, even with the gods' support, that thing remained absurdly powerful. There was no hope of victory in the short term.
And if they ultimately failed to kill it, it would sooner or later devour every god and high-level combatant.
The multi-headed dragon dissolving into the ocean looked the most harmless, yet it was even more vicious.
"...Those endlessly reproducing Calamity Dragons can drive all surface and marine life populations into extinction."
Lu PingAn's side had already collected countless specimens and flesh samples. Other high-level Scholars had also produced various research reports, and their final conclusion was deeply frustrating.
Their combat strength was not particularly high, but their reproductive capacity was despair-inducing. And their baseline combat strength was at least Tier 7. For most human populations, that was an utterly hopeless level.
Tier 7 was nothing much to Lu PingAn now, especially Tier 7 monsters, whose strength was far below that of Tier