The Victors' Divine Kingdom Becomes Ruins! Phanes' Divine Body Cracks with Abyss Patterns, Light Wings Extinguished

"Father, this..." Ning Tian looked at his father, and Ning Rongrong also turned to Tang San with a questioning gaze.

Tang San did not answer immediately. He quietly watched the Light Screen, watching that figure seated on the throne, covered in cracks and Curse. After a long while, he finally spoke slowly, word by word. His voice was not loud, but it reached every ear clearly.

"I understand."

Everyone's gaze converged on him.

"He pinned the Dragon King, extracted power, established order, declared his majesty... none of this was because he was strong." Tang San's gaze grew profoundly deep, as if he had pierced through the mists of time and space, seeing into the heart of that dying Deity.

"On the contrary," he paused, then delivered a conclusion that made everyone's scalp tingle, "it was precisely because he had never been so weak that he needed to use such unprecedented brutality to prove he was still a god."

Huo Yuhao's body jolted violently. In an instant, he understood everything. That seemingly incomprehensible cruelty, that endless torment—what lay hidden behind it was the deepest fear of the god himself! The fear of death, the fear of his rule collapsing!

"He... is afraid." Huo Yuhao uttered three words softly.

Yes, he was afraid. So he had to create an even greater fear to mask his own.

Gu Yuena watched that struggling figure on the Light Screen, then thought of Apep pinned to the ground. Beneath her silver hair, a cold, mocking smile appeared on her stunning face.

Tang Wulin stood beside her, golden Dragon Marks flickering faintly beneath his skin, feeling the surging battle intent within him. So even gods could die.

Zhou Weiqing let out a whistle, breaking the heavy atmosphere. "So after all that, he's just a paper tiger! Looks scary, but pops at a touch?"

"It's not that simple," Tang San shook his head. "A dying tiger is the most dangerous. Everything he does now is to survive. To survive, he will stop at nothing."

Those words made the briefly lightened mood sink again.

Yes, a dying god who would stop at nothing to survive might be even more insane and terrifying than a god in his prime.

The dead silence of that desert seemed to cross the Light Screen, seeping into everyone's marrow. Huo Yuhao's trembling words—"He... can sense everything"—pierced everyone's heart like an invisible needle. To endure eternal torment while fully conscious—what utter despair that must be.

Just as this oppressive atmosphere reached its peak, the scene on the Light Screen changed Without Warning. The focus no longer lingered on that Giant Nail piercing heaven and earth, nor on Apep's pain-wracked body. It began to rise rapidly, passing through the withered desert, through thin clouds, upward and upward, as if taking everyone to the dwelling of the gods.

"Where are we going?" He Caitou couldn't help asking, breaking the dead silence.

No one answered him. Everyone's eyes were locked on the Light Screen. They saw an island floating in the sky. It should have been sacred, majestic, radiant. But what appeared before them now was a... crumbling ruin.

Yes, a ruin. That Sky Island, which should have been the foundation of the Divine Kingdom, was now dim to the extreme. The massive island itself was covered in terrifying cracks like a spiderweb, as if it would shatter completely at any moment, falling from the lofty heights to the mortal world.

"How can this be?" Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief. "The Victor's Divine Kingdom... why is it so dilapidated?"

"This... this doesn't make sense!" Dai Hao frowned deeply. As a duke, he couldn't comprehend the sight. "He won the war, but his own lair is about to collapse?"

Emperor Xueye's face, which had just regained A Trace of color, turned pale again. He had only just felt despair at the "Heavenly Principles" god's unstoppable might, killing gods and buddhas alike, yet in the blink of an eye, that god's home was a crumbling wreck. This stark contrast tightened his already fragile nerves once more.

The Light Screen's lens did not stop. It passed through the broken shield of the Sky Island, entering the interior of that floating Divine City. Finally, it stopped before a grand but lifeless throne. On the throne sat a figure. That should be the "Heavenly Principles," the New God who had just pinned the Dragon King to the earth—Phanes.

But when everyone saw what He looked like, all their boiling rage, all their fear, all their reverence froze in an instant, replaced by an even more extreme, soul-deep shock.

The god on the throne had none of the triumphant spirit of a victor. His body was like a piece of porcelain shattered and then barely pieced back together, covered in vicious cracks. Those cracks were deep enough to show bone, and what seeped out was not divine radiance, but a heart-stopping aura of decay and ill omen—the Abyss Power.

That violent Abyss Power, like a clinging bone-worm, was constantly eroding the Power of Order within Him. His four pairs of Light Wings, which should have been Obscuring the Sky and Covering the Sun, were now completely extinguished, hanging limply like withered branches.

The light was about to go out. He was on his last breath. This was no majestic New God—this was clearly a dying Deity, bearing a fatal wound, on the verge of falling at any moment!

"He... he..." The Dragon Prince pointed at the figure on the Light Screen, too shocked to form a complete sentence.

The Blood Red killing intent in the Dragon God's eyes froze instantly, then transformed into a cold, slightly gleeful scrutiny. "So that's it... so that's it!"

"The Throne War... He won, but He paid a price we can't imagine," Rong Nianbing murmured. He finally understood why that Dragon King's Storm of Despair had been mixed with a Trace of unwillingness and mad Curse. So her enemy had also reached the end of the road.

Ji Dong and Lie Yan exchanged a glance, seeing the same shock on each other's faces. They had faced the enforcers of the God Realm and knew the power of Deities well. But this one, though strong enough to suppress a Dragon King, was himself on the verge of death. Just how brutal had that "Throne War" been?

"The Curse of the Abyss..." The God of Death A'Dai's wooden face, twisted by Apep's suffering, now settled into understanding. "He toyed with life and death, yet death and decay have seized him by the throat. What a... exquisite irony."