The Horn of Disaster, Gjallarhorn, was one of Asgard's "supreme" divine artifacts. They knew all too well what it meant once it was sounded.
"Stop her!!!"
Several Norse Gods roared and charged madly toward Si Xiaonan, who held Gjallarhorn in her hand.
Si Xiaonan gently patted Fenrir on the head. Fenrir immediately lunged forward, carrying a terrifyingly savage aura as he blocked the Norse Gods for her.
Si Xiaonan raised the horn to her lips and took a deep breath...
Bwoooom—!!!
A deep horn call, like the muffled beating of war drums, drifted from the horn. A ring-shaped shockwave erupted from around Si Xiaonan!
The horn blast shattered the dust and rubble filling the sky. The wave forced back the Norse Gods battling Fenrir, as well as the nearby Great Xia Gods and all the human ceilings, by several steps. Like a tsunami sweeping across the earth, it extended endlessly toward the horizon!
If someone had been looking down from an extreme height at that moment, they would have seen a circular soundwave rapidly expanding, covering all of Asgard in the blink of an eye.
And that was not all. The soundwave continued spreading outward. The Human Circle, the Underworld, Giant Country, the Dwarven Kingdom... At that moment, every land ruled by the Norse Gods could clearly hear the low, mournful horn call!
"You actually sounded Gjallarhorn?!"
The God of War Tyr, whose body was covered in wounds from Zhou Ping's slashes, suddenly changed expression. "Have you gone mad?! Who knows what kind of effect this thing will have? Aren't you afraid this disaster will drag you in too?"
Zhou Ping held his sword and calmly looked into his eyes, smiling faintly.
"How do you know... we aren't part of this disaster?"
The God of War Tyr furrowed his brow,