"Ultimate Protocol: Activate"
A cold mechanical voice flickered through the silent starry sky.
Space trembled, and an eighteen-meter-tall mechanical god, its entire body gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, appeared out of thin air.
It stood there in silence, surrounded by terrifying ripples of law that warped the very fabric of space.
At that moment, the mechanical Immortal lowered its head. Its emotionless mechanical eyes stared fixedly at the four figures before it—Anmonz, Basha, Jiang Tianchen, and Hargrave.
That tangible gaze alone seemed to bear the weight of an entire world, threatening to crush the souls of all four of them!
The four World Lords' imposing auras collapsed in an instant, and their faces turned deathly pale.
Only one being in the entire universe could exert pressure so suffocating and despairing that even they could barely endure it—
An Immortal God!
Without the slightest hesitation, the four World Lords—powerful figures who could command the winds and rains across their respective star regions—lowered their proud heads like ants before their natural enemy. They bowed deeply, utterly deferential, their voices trembling slightly.
"Greetings, Immortal!"
World Lords and Immortals seemed to be separated by only a single realm. But the gulf between them was hundreds, even thousands, of times greater than the combined distance from the Apprentice Level to the World Lord Level!
It was the divide between mortals and gods!
If an Immortal God wanted to kill them, there was no need for any earth-shattering secret technique. It would take no more than a thought, no more than the snap of a finger.
At that moment, a storm raged in the hearts of the four World Lords, filled with disbelief and utter absurdity.
How could this be?!
The treasure left behind by a mere World Lord Kabu was certainly substantial, but it