The raging fragments of lightning and fire had yet to hit the ground before the cold winds scattered them.
The God of Destruction's entire right arm froze in midair. The five fingers gripping his scepter were still tingling uncontrollably, his knuckles charred black.
Behind him, the hundred-odd gods looked as though their throats had been seized. Not one could make a sound.
The Fire God's mouth hung open, and the two balls of flame resting in his hands nearly slipped free and dropped onto his feet;
The War God held his golden spear as cold sweat streamed down his temples.
That had been no ordinary probing strike, but an all-out blow in which the God of Destruction had wielded his authority over the laws!
Never mind a mortal-even a First-Level God taking that head-on would have been pierced clean through on the spot.
Yet this mortal youth, only level 90, had smashed the lightning spear apart with a black sword, retreated a mere five steps, and spat out a fleck of blood no bigger than a drop of spit!
"A monster... how could this lower realm breed such a monster!"
The God of Evil's throat bobbed, all trace of contempt vanishing from his eyes.
"All forces, advance! Kill him!!"
The God of Destruction completely lost his composure, his face twisting like a crumpled sheet of paper.
He could clearly sense that if this mortal walked out of Sunset Forest today, the remnants of the Divine Realm would never gain a foothold on this continent!
"Fire God, Water God, War God, take your forces and keep those four traitors pinned down! I'll crush him myself!!"
The God of Destruction roared, dark-purple divine lightning churning inside him once more.
Whoosh.
Over a hundred streaks of divine light held nothing back, surging in