Above Void City, violet-black lightning flashed without cease, yet it always struck a gigantic silver-white lightning rod. No matter how boundless its power, it could only be guided into the ground far away from Void City, unable to cause any harm.
Outside the main plane, the God of Fear continued sending down bolts of lightning, one after another, unhurried and unflustered.
He did not care whether the Healing God could be resurrected. A mere fellow who had only possessed moderate divine power even at his peak—whether resurrected or not, he was not worthy of the God of Fear's notice.
His current goal was to give Void Mask a ruthless lesson and intimidate the gods.
Even if failing to prevent the Healing God's resurrection would leave those evil gods countered by the Healing God dissatisfied, so what? Evil creatures would be dissatisfied no matter what. As a great leader, a conqueror and ruler, he did not care whether his subordinates were dissatisfied. He cared only whether they obeyed.
Dissatisfied? It did not matter, as long as they behaved.
As for how to make subordinates behave, the God of Fear had plenty of experience.
Thus, he calmly and leisurely bombarded the city with lightning, even taking out a set of drinking vessels and freeing one hand to pour himself a drink. He looked thoroughly at ease.
On the ground, Sui Xiong was struggling to hold on. He had to dissipate the force of the God of Fear's lightning strikes, urge the Healing God's resurrection forward, and analyze and comprehend the fundamental nature of the God of Fear's power—all at once. It was truly exhausting.
Yet strangely enough, he found himself gradually adapting to it. As he handled all three tasks at once, he slowly began to do so with greater and greater