Dole stood where he was, quietly gazing at his handiwork. His heart was far from calm. He looked breezy and unruffled, but in truth, he had already used nearly all his strength.
He had spent half of the few drops of divine power he had obtained in one go. Combined with the laws of space and all sorts of other laws, driven by divine power, its might was indeed staggering.
And that was precisely the effect Dole wanted.
With a single palm strike, a mountain range stretching a thousand miles became fertile plains. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and several Level Nines vanished into ashes, leaving not even a speck of dregs behind.
At this moment, Dole looked in every direction, and his voice once more spread across the land.
"There will be only one god in this world: me, the Earth God. From this day onward, temples must be established in every land and every nation. None may defy this. Otherwise, this fortress will be your fate."
His words swept across tens of thousands of kilometers in every direction in a single breath—the voice of a true god.
The experts of the Glory Empire, Light Empire, Dark Empire, East Ring Empire, and Northern Kingdom all fell deathly silent, each revealing a bitter expression.
They all knew that in the time to come, Dole would absolutely use his overwhelming strength to conquer the empires of the entire world and make them offer up their loyalty.
Dole slowly rose into the air and continued flying toward the imperial capital of the Light Empire. He even deliberately slowed his pace, allowing the Level Nines of the various empires who had heard the news to rush over.
Though the world had expanded and the transmission of information had become somewhat slower, it did