The Black Dragon within the sun had unleashed a thunderous fury that truly shook heaven and earth.
Ordinary citizens might only have felt afraid. They had been living in terror all this time anyway; the tremendous thunder merely deepened their fear. To them, there was no difference.
But this massive strike from the sun made the Divine Beings of the Mist World tremble once more.
Among the native inhabitants of the Mist World, there were actually quite a few gods who had escaped this calamity. Yet having survived the disaster, they could not feel the slightest joy.
The Angel Legion had suffered more than half its forces killed or wounded. It now had no choice but to halt its attacks in all directions and begin absorbing the believers from twenty territories. This did let the Divine Beings of the other territories breathe a small sigh of relief, but the crisis they faced had not been lifted.
They had sensed it vaguely before, but never as clearly as now.
The mysterious power controlling them had become exceedingly clear, giving them the feeling of a blade pressed against their necks. That sense of danger left them increasingly panicked and uneasy.
How exactly were they supposed to escape this great calamity? That truly was a question. Every one of these Divine Beings was a monster that had lived for centuries, even millennia. They had experienced far more than ordinary people, yet at this moment, they were still so terrified, still so weak.
Amote City had long since been reduced to ruins beneath the Angel Legion's bombardment. Beneath those ruins stood an underground castle, inhabited by at least a thousand people.
Most of them were servants. The person they served was a young man who looked to be in his thirties. Though he appeared