An unprecedented war came to an end.
The world-shaking battle unleashed by several Hyper-Cosmic-level beings finally ended amid strange divine light spreading outward.
Yet aside from Donnie and the others, none of the other beings understood how the war had ended.
They had witnessed Barbatos's demise, watched Barbatos tear himself apart in order to permanently corrupt the entire Orrery of Worlds. Many of them had already fled in disarray toward the God Realm.
But in the blink of an eye, every corrupted world had returned to normal, everything restored to its original state.
"What exactly happened? Annihilation and Donnie actually cleansed away every remnant of Barbatos so quickly? Could they really be that powerful?"
Some gods wore bewildered expressions.
They could not sense that indescribably vast divine light at all, and they were even more incapable of obtaining any information about the Almighty God who had descended alongside it.
To them, the Living Tribunal, a being of the Omniverse level, was simply something beyond the level they inhabited. They could not even obtain the most basic information about it.
Even if the Living Tribunal stood before them, they would be unable to comprehend such an existence unless the Living Tribunal deliberately revealed itself.
A brutal war had ended in such a baffling manner.
Once again, the New God had become the greatest victor. He had won everything once more.
Many gods looked at Donnie's supreme figure, as insurmountable as a distant celestial chasm. Their gazes turned toward him, yet they could not help but carry the most basic respect and humility.
They could once have feared Donnie without needing to respect him, but now Donnie possessed the power to slaughter them all with ease. They had to revere him.
This was the attitude lesser gods should have toward higher beings.