After Lucifer and the gods left the prison cell, the scene before Chen Rui's eyes shifted once more, turning into a scene of fierce battle.
The void shattered, and heaven and earth continuously twisted, broke apart, and trembled.
Terrifying aftershocks of energy scattered in every direction. Though all of this was merely something akin to a soul illusion to Chen Rui, he could still sense the terror of that level of power. Even at his peak, if he were swept into those energy aftershocks, he would only end up reduced to ashes.
Not long ago, Chen Rui had witnessed a massive battle in the Land of Floating Specters. The number of combatants before him was far fewer than in that war, yet its power and intensity surpassed it by countless times.
This was the War of the Gods—or, more precisely, the first War of the Gods.
The gods' incarnations became galaxies containing immense power, enclosing the Supreme God at their center. Every strike carried a terrifying might capable of destroying heaven and earth. Even the Supreme God could not emerge unscathed beneath such attacks. The injured Supreme God let out an enraged roar, and wherever his will descended, galaxies shattered and crumbled.
The gods' immortal bodies were torn to pieces by terrifying power, turned to dust, and many deities fell one after another.
For the sake of survival, the gods had no choice. Suppressing the fear in their hearts, they pressed forward one after another and continued the siege. Yet the Supreme God's power was simply too overwhelming. His surging strength was like a miniature universe; before him, the radiance of all galaxies and stars appeared tiny and dim.
For the gods, the situation had already become exceedingly perilous.
At that moment, the Supreme God suddenly revealed a look of