"At least at the peak of the Seventh Tier. He's no weaker than the King of the Sun was."
Gazing at the God of Death standing before them, Makado managed to steady himself and spoke.
At that moment, even he—a former World Guardian—looked grim.
The King of the Sun had already been powerful enough. Despite their repeated attacks, they had been unable to do anything to him and had even nearly been suppressed.
If Makado had not awakened and unleashed his peak strength, they would have had no way to deal with the King of the Sun.
But now, the God of Death's power was clearly no weaker than the King of the Sun's.
The God of Death alone might be strong enough to suppress every one of them.
This made no sense.
The King of the Sun was the supreme deity of the Material World, and his strength was unquestionably the greatest among the Deities. With the faith of the entire Material World sustaining him, it was understandable that he possessed such power.
But what reason did the God of Death have?
In terms of how long he had existed, he had only been a Saint for a few thousand years. His foundation and accumulated strength were nowhere near those of the King of the Sun. Even with the Material World's support, he shouldn't have possessed such terrifying power.
"Wait."
Makado froze. As he sensed the auras around him, he suddenly realized something.
"Not just Death. There's also the aura of Slaughter..."
His expression darkened as he suddenly understood. "He doesn't just hold the Death Authority. He's also the God of Slaughter, who holds the Slaughter Authority."
As his words fell, the God of Death's aura began to change.
The aura of Death ebbed away, then surged, and streaks