The incomparably chaotic battlefield between humans and gods was filled with a man bearing fiery red wings on his back. A pair of blood-red longswords suppressed the so-called Six Department Gods, leaving even them unable to resist.
Just as all the humans believed the tide of this war would be turned, an enormous black dragon beast descended. A figure flew from its dragon mouth and landed below.
With his appearance, every corner of this world turned gray and dim. It was not only everything in space that became gray; all humans and gods did as well. Every soldier and countless combatants had their bodies turn gray.
Yet one person was an exception: King Zhou, the ruler of the Great Shang Dynasty who had launched this resistance. His body was gray, but the pair of wings behind him remained as brilliantly crimson as ever, the only bright color against this gray backdrop.
Countless soldiers sensed the world around them. Everything had turned gray, including themselves. It filled them with fear and unease.
"Monkey, why do you oppose me?"
A figure suddenly appeared behind King Zhou without any warning. Though he had moved there, no one could see what had happened. Along with his voice came an omnipresent pressure that made everyone struggle to breathe in extreme agony.
The king of Zhou, leader of the allied forces campaigning against Great Shang, had trembling legs and bent knees, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. This pressure left him unable to breathe and nearly unable to stand.
"I created everything you know, including the Law—the laws that monkeys like you must obey."
As the figure spoke, a pair of dragon heads swam behind him, and an even stronger pressure descended. Yet the figure he questioned was barely affected.
"Don't think so highly