Astral Spirits and the God of War (Continued)

After the aurora fused with the radiance of countless stars had been baptized by the Primal Star—the Silver Sun, which contained all the mass of the stars—the supermassive beam capable of annihilating the material world shot mercilessly toward the War God.

The overwhelming sense of danger made his skin sting as if being sliced by blades. Even Li Zihan, locked onto by that beam, felt a profound chill.

Without hesitation, the War God activated his incarnation as a gale, evading this powerful attack that clearly could not be unleashed by an ordinary Four-digit.

The white light silently swept across the earth. As though another pair of invisible hands were pulling it apart, the ground peeled away and spilled out to either side around the beam.

Like a pencil drawing erased by a rubber, the beam stretching tens of thousands of meters cracked the ground of the immensely sturdy Gift Game field, carving a canyon through the air.

"BOOM—!!!!"

Only after everything had settled did the massive roar echo through the heavens.

"You really didn't hold back."

Looking at the sight of the earth nearly being cleaved apart, Li Zihan could not help clicking his tongue.

"Bahram, when facing a powerful enemy, evasion is not what a hero should do."

Standing beneath the white star, White Night Yaksha, who had effortlessly created a scene akin to a natural disaster, spoke.

"That really is a troublesome demand."

After the War God raised the Salvation Divine Blade in his hand, strengthened by an enormous number of simulated godheads, a celestial body radiating boundless light appeared in the sky above this sealed space beyond the world.

It had a radius of roughly fifty meters. Though it could be called a celestial body, it was only the smallest size among asteroids; if it had merely