A few seconds later.
A figure wreathed in golden Divine Fire hovered in midair.
The entire forest fell utterly silent.
Before a Medium Divine Power god, whether mighty or weak, every living creature was so terrified that it collapsed to the ground, not daring to move a muscle. Yet they were already doomed to die.
Even without using the slightest bit of divine power,
his very presence was like a blazing sun, scorching all things.
The great trees in the forest withered as they lost their moisture.
The thick layer of humus rapidly turned to sand.
The glossy fur and scales of countless creatures gradually lost their sheen. Their terrified eyes slowly dimmed, and before their souls could even escape, Divine Might had already snuffed them out. Their bodies became one desiccated corpse after another.
Some of the weaker insects spontaneously burst into flames, turning into countless sparks.
In the quiet, shadowy forest, they drifted down like will-o'-the-wisps at night.
The Flame God burned with rage.
A divine avatar was difficult to condense and required a great deal of divine power.
It was equivalent to a god's clone, closely bound to the god's true body.
If an avatar was injured, its true body suffered corresponding reflected damage. In some cases, the avatar's death could even drag the true body down with it.
Although he had only suffered a minor injury this time,
injuries to a god's true body were extremely troublesome, unlike those of mortals—and the more powerful the god, the worse it was.
It had been shaped from Tamm's will, combined with the laws of the world.
Though immortal, once injured, it was difficult to recover. He could only rely on the passing years to slowly heal it, or expend a tremendous amount of divine power.
The loss of