At Daggers Drawn

Faint ripples appeared.

Far away, a disturbance was slowly forming.

The consciousness of the Material World emitted pulses, ripples spreading from every direction and continuing to ripple outward.

Sensing it all, Arthur turned and looked into the distance.

In his sight, he could easily make out more than a dozen majestic, divine figures standing in a distant void. Golden Divine Fire flickered around them, slowly transforming their bodies into a higher form—the bodies of gods.

A faint aura emerged.

Across the Material World, strange phenomena appeared. Scenes from the legends of the Deities manifested in every direction, enveloping the entire Material World.

The consciousness of the Material World began to stir, weaving its power together in the distance.

Several peak Demigods were ascending to godhood—not just one or two, but more than a dozen.

The power of the Material World continually descended, slowly erupting here and manifesting throughout the world.

Sensing all this, Garfina and the others beside Arthur wore grim expressions.

More than a dozen beings were on the verge of ascending to godhood.

If they succeeded, there would be more than a dozen Saints.

Regardless of their precise strength, that terrifying number alone was enough to make anyone feel suffocated, let alone dare to oppose them.

Qimudan had already fallen. At this moment, aside from Arthur, every one of them was wounded. They could not handle more than a dozen Saints—not even the God of Death before them.

"Do you feel it?"

Looking at Arthur and the others across from him, the God of Death stood in a black robe, his expression stern and devoid of emotion. "You can still leave."

"Looks like we'll have to hurry."

Arthur sighed softly as he looked at the God of Death and the Earth Goddess. He smiled. "How would we know