For Outer Gates above the third tier, having an Outer Gate smashed was basically equivalent to having one's ancestral grave dug up.
"Yes."
The youth standing before the Son of God with the identity of an authority avatar smiled, wearing a dazzling grin that made people deeply uncomfortable.
"All I have to do is turn the Outer Gate into a Dystopia connected to my spirit rank!"
Light of Righteousness!
In Little Garden, there was a piece of common knowledge—never come into contact with Decadence Wind.
Decadence Wind was the raging tide of the ages, the tyrant at the very end. It had originally been a single-digit Demon King, and even the most exalted souls and bloodlines could not resist its power.
Whether gods, Star Spirits, or pure-blooded dragons, the moment they came into contact with it, their spirit ranks would be gnawed away completely.
To be caught by that wind meant being devoured until not even bone or flesh remained.
No matter how powerful a force was, to the strongest Demon King, Decadence Wind, it was nothing more than empty posturing. All it needed to do was stain it with its own color, destroy it, and discard it.
Therefore, in the world known as Little Garden, practically no one dared to try fighting Decadence Wind when it was truly serious.
But today, that ironclad rule was broken.
In a world that had once belonged to the White Night Demon King but had been transformed into a Utopia, a youth surrounded by an aura of calamity held Golden Blades as he stood upon the land fused with his own spirit rank.
It was the Sword of Word of Power, imbued with the complete power of Solar Sovereignty. Its edge was so sharp that even two-digit gods and demons would tremble upon