The light of the Hourglass pressed down the sunlight.
Time on the battlefield accelerated once more.
One false-god dragon after another advanced to Lower God.
Hecatoncheires wore a mournful expression. His old eye bags could have plugged his nostrils, and the sagging skin beneath his chin nearly drooped to his stomach.
He tried, but let alone Titan Worship, he was no longer capable of using Thousands of Mountains and Myriad Seas.
He knew that Time was not eternal, and the power he had lost would soon return.
But that required staying alive.
What if he died? "God Su, what did you say your seniority was just now?" Hecatoncheires bent at the waist, hunched over, and shouted.
Suye turned a deaf ear.
All Things Slumber.
18,000 Winter Goddesses appeared behind Suye, forming a wall of goddesses as they lightly plucked the icy Seven-Stringed Zither before them.
Amid the pleasant zither music, Hecatoncheires nearly went insane.
One divine artifact after another on his body was covered in sealed snowflakes, fell off him, and temporarily lost its function.
Most terrifying of all, he discovered that some of his talents and abilities had also temporarily ceased to work.
All Things Slumber clearly targeted only divine artifacts and objects. Why could it affect talents, too? Did having more of them make it all-powerful?
Suye looked toward the Dragon Legion.
No.
The Dragon God Legion.
More than ten thousand dragon gods of every shape and color had joined together as an army. Gathered together, they had formed not only a waterfall of dragon power, the wonders of the Twilight Great Sun and the River of Shattered Void, but even a new divine-power wonder.
Myriad Wings Obscuring the Sky.
The Dragon God Legion resembled a multicolored torrent of divine light. On both sides of the torrent appeared