Killing the Donkey Once the Mill Is Done

Behind Fuya and Luo Hongyan stood a host of gods who had attached themselves to them.

Bathed in their radiance and divine power, these gods were unaffected by the pull of that enormous skull. They could stand as immovable as mountains and witness the bloody brutality of this moment.

Low gods and mid gods—so long as they came into contact with that skull—were mercilessly devoured.

Yan Hao had perished who knew how many years ago, yet the skull he had left behind in the Sea of Ghost Mist, after breaking free from that mysterious fog sea—

could swallow low gods and mid gods as easily as eating mosquitoes and flies!

In this age, no God King had been born. Only the four Sovereigns stood within the Hall of Gods.

God Kings had long since become distant, ancient legends.

People only knew that a God King was the true leader of the Hall of Gods and had merely heard tales of their invincible feats.

But legends were, after all, only legends.

Before witnessing them with one's own eyes, there could be countless versions of such tales. One could say a God King's divine might towered over heaven and earth, or one could say it was all exaggerated nonsense.

Yet today, at this very moment, in this desolate and remote river of stars!

The many gods who had rushed here from all places could infer, merely from that enormous God King skull, just how terrifying Yan Hao, the God King, had once been!

"A God King—the true ruler of the Hall of Gods!"

"In any era, only one God King can ever be born. This is an immutable law of heaven and earth!"

"A God King stands above the Sovereigns and makes them submit without condition. So they truly are this terrifying!"