The suffocating pressure of death coiled around the hearts of every powerful figure present.
It was as though their very souls had been gripped tight, leaving them afraid to breathe.
"The God's Chosen of the God of War and Roar is dead. No—he was killed instantly."
In this modern age, after losing the vast majority of their faith, the old gods were not particularly powerful. Some experts with deep backgrounds could afford not to take them too seriously.
But legends blessed by gods...
Blessed ones, chosen ones, Fallen God Servants, and the like—without a doubt, they all possessed combat power that surpassed those of the same rank.
Among the God's Chosen, World-Class Experts could easily be born.
Regardless of how much potential they had for the future, their combat strength was beyond doubt.
Just now, the God's Chosen of the God of War and Roar had been able to roam through the spatial turbulence, and every casual wave of his hand had carried an astonishing might. He had truly been a World-Class Expert.
Some people even knew this man—the God's Chosen who had concealed himself until just now, when his identity was finally exposed.
His battle record was impressive. He was no fraud.
And then he had been killed instantly, without even leaving behind the slightest fragment of a corpse.
Most of the people present could not even understand how this powerful God's Chosen had died.
But whether they understood or not, they all had more or less the same thought:
"This God's Chosen... died at exactly the right time!"
They had almost made their move just now.
The World Secret Realm could only accommodate Divine Soul Realm entrants, while the lavish expedition team they had assembled had only been able to advance to the 'one-third' mark.
Every one of