Barbatos let out an earth-shaking roar. His eyes bloodshot, he braced himself and faced several enraged beings.
Below him, the World Forge had shattered like broken porcelain, its fragments scattering in every direction.
Some gods furtively crept closer, then suddenly sprang into action, grabbing the nearest furnace fragments and preparing to flee the battlefield.
Quite a few were torn to pieces by the power of several mighty beings, and the rest were not faring much better.
Donnie blasted several gods apart with one punch, looking down at them coldly. The ever-surging power around him placed immense pressure on them.
"Did I allow you to touch my things?" Donnie said slowly.
Many gods were furious. "That clearly belongs to Barbatos! Barbatos was the one who smashed it himself!"
The next second, the one who spoke was crushed by a claw Barbatos casually extended.
The motion was casual, as simple as crushing an ant on a whim.
Barbatos's gaze swept over these ants before he stared at Donnie sinisterly. With a cold snort, he buried himself in battle against gods like Oblivion.
He wanted to run.
His purpose in shattering the World Forge had already been achieved. Yet not only had he failed to stop this ant called Donnie from advancing, he had also thoroughly enraged a group of righteous do-gooders...
He had suffered a total loss.
Barbatos looked incomparably gloomy. He viciously drove back Infinity, only to be fiercely attacked by Oblivion, who tore a savage wound across his body.
With an enraged howl, Barbatos's enormous wings suddenly reached toward Donnie, about to envelop him. Donnie merely retreated in an instant and watched him coldly.
He did not counterattack, only continued evading.
Yet with every passing instant, Donnie's power surged geometrically. Every moment stacked the power of another, weaker Level Eight