The Sun God Army was fighting for its life!
They burned their own power, almost mad with desperation.
This was how these gods had risen within the Myriad Laws Immortal Dynasty and gone on to overthrow and conquer the Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven. Their will to fight was astonishingly tenacious. Even tens of millions of years had not corrupted them; they still retained the cunning and resilience they had brought from their bitter, frigid homeland.
And how did the human sword cultivator before them respond to this desperate charge?
The human sword cultivator known as the Supreme Great Sun Sword Heir watched them with appreciation, encouragement, and anticipation in his eyes.
In an instant, every god knew a bitter battle was unavoidable.
Such tactics had frightened away human armies before, but those armies were often cobbled together from disparate forces under separate commands. Against a single force—especially a lone sword cultivator—this attempt to subdue an enemy without fighting would have no effect.
Only strength as hard as steel could crush this enemy!
"Kill!"
The Solar God Heir growled.
"Kill!"
More than ten billion gods growled with him. Their voices were vast and ancient, like war cries from a distant age crossing time to reach the present.
Every one of these gods, even the weakest minor deity, ruled a territory in the present age and enjoyed its offerings of incense. Within their own domains, their word was law and they held sway over all. They were also elites of the divine path chosen by the Divine Court, and they had long since resolved themselves for this.
Boom!
High above, the sun answered an inexplicable summons. A brilliant golden beam shot toward them and plunged straight into the Ten Suns Burning Heaven Formation formed by the ten billion gods, forging a tangible