At the heart of the God Realm, beyond the Speed Force Wall, war erupted. Just as the New God and the Tri-Gong Demon were locked in fierce battle, an ancient monster from the depths of the God Realm rushed over.
Its will was filled with immense greed and murderous intent, flowing with an almost paranoid obsession and madness.
Most importantly, it radiated power similar to Tri-Gong's.
Another Quasi-Ninth Level being.
Bang!
As Donnie and the Tri-Gong Demon crossed paths, a powerful energy field erupted, shaking the Speed Force Wall.
"Who is it?"
Donnie turned his head, his expression beneath the helmet remaining calm and cautious.
Two Quasi-Ninth Level enemies were indeed within Donnie's limits.
The ideal situation would be for several Level Eight gods to come looking for trouble. That way, even if Donnie was held back, the Level Eight gods stationed on Cybertron could still resist them.
Clearly, those Level Eight gods knew they were not strong enough. They were merely watching and had no intention of rushing out to take a beating.
"Who could it be?"
Steppenwolf rested his axe on his shoulder as he sensed the terrifying aura approaching at high speed, his brows knotting together.
"Steppenwolf, why not go over and find out? I thought you'd be the first to charge out and deal with Donnie. I didn't expect you to be so good at sitting still." Dream glanced at him and needled him lightly.
Steppenwolf's expression darkened. He gave Dream a cold look, snorted, and forced out, "We don't have a grudge..."
That was right, no grudge! What, bite him if they did not like it!
Steppenwolf was truly throwing caution to the wind.
As a god of Apocalypse, Steppenwolf had always embodied the law of the jungle to his very bones. But it was