The young lord of the Underworld successfully blocked the goddess's first attack, but he had already suffered severe injuries. Yet the goddess's second attack came in succession.
The radiance of divine power illuminated the entire sky above the Sanctuary.
At that moment, the Gold Saints of the Twelve Palaces wore solemn expressions. This war among the gods might enter an unknowable state with the fall of the young lord of the Underworld.
The second divine attack descended. The goddess's temple, which had stood in the Sanctuary for who knew how many years, vanished in an instant.
"The young lord of the Underworld has absolutely no chance of surviving."
The Gold Saints sighed. The goddess's divine might was still vast and mighty... They were about to kneel and pay homage, but at that moment, a terrifying feeling that made their hearts pound and beat uncontrollably swept over them.
It was as if they had suddenly heard the call of death... Wailing filled the heavens and earth of the Sanctuary. Then black snow silently began to fall.
Black... snow?
When the Sanctuary warriors before the temple square instinctively reached out and let the black snow fall into their palms, death had already drawn near.
The warriors collapsed without warning. They lost their breath and all possibility of living, dying simply and cleanly.
Only the Gold Saints of the Twelve Palaces managed to hold on with the divine power contained in their Cloths... But the divine light flowing across their Cloths also dimmed as the black snow fell.
Within only a few breaths, the enormous Sanctuary had become like a dead city!
"It's him! It's him! It's him!!"
Before the black snow had begun to fall on the square, the instant the young lord of the Underworld charged at the goddess with