Panther God
"Lord Ye said long ago that Vibranium is ridiculously hard, and its energy conductivity is even more exceptional—rareer than Chakra Metal."
Kakuzu carried bundles of Vibranium spears on his back, black threads hanging from his fingertips, the sound like iron scraping against stone.
He glanced at the burning royal city, mentally calculating how many mineral veins remained.
"What a waste of resources." He uttered three words calmly.
"Completely devoid of artistic sense."
Deidara stood atop the collapsed tower, his single eye half-closed, white clay writhing in his palm, ready to explode at any moment.
Hidan drew a magic circle in the bloodstains, his scythe catching fresh droplets of blood, and laughed maniacally, "A fine weapon, it all depends on who wields it. Lord Jashin will definitely love this taste."
A purple barrier flickered, Wakanda soldiers retreated in disarray.
Mirajah charged out, dragging his tattered breastplate, his spear flashing coldly, yet he gritted his teeth and refused to retreat.
Kakuzu simply raised his hand, swirling more Vibranium into the Heartwire: "Leave the people here, we'll mine the veins again next time. It's just harvesting, don't go around making a mess of things."
"Wakanda won't beg for mercy!" Mirajah roared, his voice hoarse like a wolf's howl.
Hidan's incantation was deep and resonant, and the array patterns glowed with an eerie light.
Deidara snapped his fingers, and the ignited beat vibrated in his palm.
The entire city was just one explosion away from being completely annihilated.
The drums sounded.
It came from somewhere, low and slow, and the ashes stopped at that moment.
The wild beasts were silent, the wind seemed to freeze.
"Hmm?" Deidara paused, his eye narrowing slightly.
A leopard appeared between the Kakkō and shadows.
Its fur was speckled with flowing stars, its footsteps were silent, and its golden eyes seemed to ignite the soul.
Mirajane saw that look, her knees buckled, and she knelt down, clutching her chest. "... Panther God."
Kakuzu's heartstrings trembled, and the Vibranium on his back emitted a low hum.
Deidara's clay cracked as it approached the light patterns;
The blood at the corner of Hidan's mouth congealed, and his laughter choked.
The Panther God slowly circled them, the spots of light on its fur striking their hearts like war drums.
That breath caught in my throat, making even the air feel heavy.
Then it saw the marks on their bodies.
That was no ordinary symbol, but the mark of another god.
The Panther God stopped, slightly raising its claws, runes igniting at the tips.
Thousands of miles away, Wangchuan's nerves were suddenly tugged.
He rose, his shadow splitting the night, a band of black and red light swirling around him.
The wind changed color first, the clouds churned first, and he had already stepped into the sky of Wakanda.
The Panther God's gaze deepened, revealing a scrutinizing look for the first time.
Two opposing forces confronted each other above the ruins.
On one side is the wrath of ancestral spirits, on the other is the shadow of a foreign land.
The real confrontation begins now.
A golden pillar of light shot into the sky from the altar, distorting the air of Wakanda with faith.
The Panther God stepped out of the void, his figure tall and ancient, his eyes like burning golden-black stars.
As soon as He appeared, heaven and earth seemed to murmur a song, and faith swirled around Him.
On the opposite side of that whirlpool, Night stood silently.
His hands hung naturally at his sides, his black robe billowed, and his eyes slowly opened— the Rinne-Tenseigan reflected silver-blue Celestial God Pattern, and the star wheel slowly rotated, as if the structure of the universe was compressed into his single glance.
That gaze caused the Panther God's claws to tighten slightly—it was the aura of a fellow human, the aura of a god.
"Mortal..."
The Panther God spoke in a low voice, but quickly changed his words, "No, you are not a mortal. You are... another god."
His voice was like thunder. "Why have you sent your men to occupy my kingdom? Do you know that this is blasphemy against the gods!"
Night raised her eyelids, her voice indifferent, as if whispering in the wind, "You don't know how to use Vibranium. I'll keep it safe for you, at least so it won't be wasted."
The Panther God's pupils suddenly contracted, and golden-black light burst forth from His body, transforming into an illusion of ten thousand beasts galloping around Him.
The air was filled with tearing and roaring, as if the entire Wakanda trembled in His wrath.
"Insolence! This is Wakanda, my people, my blood!"
The Panther God stepped forward, the power of faith coalescing into claws, tearing the void apart, and golden lightning rained down into the night.
Night merely turned his head slightly, the star wheel in his eyes spinning faster, a circle of silver-blue pulses spreading from beneath his feet, like a galaxy flowing across the earth.
The golden lightning melted silently upon contact with the light, turning into countless fragments of light that scattered in the air.
"You're too noisy."
He said calmly, his voice low and steady, "The law of the world is the survival of the fittest!"
The Panther God roared, its voice shaking the heavens and causing the entire altar to rumble.
He raised his sharp claws, and the golden-black shadow cloak behind him billowed, like millions of ferocious beasts pouncing at once, sweeping into the night.
Night raised a hand, and silver-blue lines spread from the palm, forming an array that resembled the trajectory of stars.
The air is still, and the light and darkness are reversed.
The next moment, an indescribable force erupted from his palm, engulfing the surrounding area in a silent collision.
Boom--
Gold and black intertwine with silver and blue, like two galaxies colliding and exploding into countless fragments of light, as if the world has been rewritten at this moment.
The ground trembled, the sky churned, and the warriors of Wakanda could only lie prone, not daring to even raise their heads.
In the interplay of light and shadow, the roar of the Panther God overlapped with the whispers of the night, as if the gods were testing each other.
Light and shadow tore and swirled on the altar.
The golden-black power of faith transformed into countless phantom beasts, roaring as they charged into the night;
Silver-blue pulses, like tides and galaxies, surged from his eyes, spreading across the entire land of Wakanda.
Night lifted her foot and gently stepped down.
"Buzz--"
The air suddenly collapsed, all sound was sucked out, and the golden-black beast illusion froze in mid-air for a moment before disintegrating like grains of sand.
He slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips tracing a path through the void, leaving a silver-blue trail. The trail turned into a star map, as if writing destiny on an invisible celestial canvas.
The Panther God sensed a deeper threat, let out a low growl, and golden-black light erupted from its body, forming a gigantic golden leopard shadow, as large as a mountain, sharp and powerful.
As it descended, it stirred up a whole storm. He no longer tested, but directly used the true form that belonged to the divine.
"This is my kingdom!" His voice boomed. "Outsiders shall not lay a foothold on it!"
The Panther God was deeply shocked. When would a new god be born here?
Furthermore, why didn't the Sorcerer Supreme inform them when they came to invade Wakanda?
Night neither hides nor flinches; the star wheel in the depths of his eyes spins to its limit, its silver-blue patterns blooming like the flowers of the gods at the center of the universe.
He whispered, "Vibranium is mine. You either submit to me, or you die!"
He raised his palm and pushed.
At that moment, the sky over Wakanda seemed to be lifted up, countless stars appeared in the night, and silver-blue beams of light descended from the sky, weaving a huge net of light that held the golden panther shadow in place in mid-air.
The leopard roared and struggled, but the net of light tightened even more, its shimmering light like billions of stars breathing simultaneously.
Enraged, the Panther God's eyes transformed into two black-gold suns. His true form stepped out from the leopard's shadow and unleashed a powerful punch, the power of faith solidifying and crushing the net of light.
Boom--
The sky exploded, half golden and black, half silver and blue, the shockwave from the explosion blasting the entire altar away.
The surrounding soldiers were so shaken that they fell to the ground, only daring to peek at the two figures through their fingers.
Ye's lips curled slightly, his body remaining completely still. The crack beneath his feet closed on its own, and a stream of silver-blue light flowed from his shoulders to his hands, transforming into a spear made of stars.
The spear hovered silently in his palm, without any spell name, yet it made the air hum.
He gripped his spear tightly and strode forward at a measured pace, the silvery-blue starlight flowing with him like a river following his steps.
"Panther God, don't waste your time."
His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the storm.
The Panther God roared and charged, its claws clashing with the Star Spear in mid-air.
There was no crisp metallic clang, only a deep, bone-chilling roar—
In an instant, light and darkness reversed, heaven and earth turned upside down, and the entire Wakanda was plunged into a strange phenomenon that seemed to be the overlapping of the starry sky and the wasteland.
The silver-blue spear drew an arc of light, slicing through the gold and black claw marks, and the aftershocks flattened the distant hills.
The Panther God took a half step back, the ground beneath his feet collapsing into an abyss, yet he still held his head high, his eyes burning with rage.
Ye stood holding a spear, the star wheel slowly turning in his eyes, like a silent universe.
The two divine forces continued to intertwine, collide, and tear each other apart in the air. The golden-black and silver-blue lights swirled like two giant dragons, plunging the entire kingdom into a silent war of apocalypse.