Barbatos faced the siege of four super-universe-level combatants. Blood covered his body, and he was riddled with wounds. The terrifying power flowing through him was rapidly draining away. Even though he possessed the strength to effortlessly overturn a super-universe, even though a single insignificant drop of his blood could easily defile and distort countless universes.
At this moment, however, he was about to meet his own end.
The four figures crisscrossed repeatedly, continuously dismembering Barbatos. With every exchange, Barbatos could not help but let out a pained roar, and a part of his body would be missing.
The source of darkness that had been suppressed within the Orrery of Worlds for countless years was gradually approaching his own doom, perishing step by step at the hands of those he had never regarded highly in the first place.
Barbatos was about to die.
Heavy breathing seemed to echo in the minds of nearly every god. That oppressive feeling of having reached the limit made everyone clearly realize the ancient deity's condition.
He was about to die.
This terrifying existence, whose origins could be traced back to shortly after the Origin Wall was established, was actually about to perish forever. For a time, all beings fell silent.
Within the vast God Realm, obscure and terrifying divine thoughts swept across everything. Wherever they passed, all things fell still. Even the infinitely unified God Realm was as fragile as paper before such terrifying omnipotence.
Those thoughts, capable of comprehending the truth of the world in an instant, needed only to reveal the slightest trace to possess the power to erase all beings who were not Almighty Gods.
The instant those thoughts emerged, they crossed every obstacle and brazenly reached toward the Orrery of Worlds. Their nearly unsolvable powers of insight and calculation understood everything