Everything was severed, everything blasted into oblivion.
God King Weapons exploded. Their fragments were stripped of every law and trace of divine power, reduced to Mortal Iron—the kind no one would spare a glance if it lay on the ground.
In a battle like this, once a weapon shattered, not even its fragments could survive.
The force of the clashes would flatten everything. God King Weapons, however sturdy or extraordinary, could not withstand it.
They had been smashed apart while whole, let alone after they broke.
Blood surged skyward, staining the shattered Void.
Blood of every kind spilled across the ground. King Blood lay everywhere, its divine power already ground away.
These God Kings came from all manner of strange races, and not every race had red blood.
"Why does it look like the Lord God has the absolute advantage?" a God King asked in shock.
Several more God Kings had died, yet the Lord God remained fierce, his divine might unmatched.
"The Lord God doesn't seem injured, while several on the other side have fallen, and even more are wounded..."
It was unthinkable. His ferocity beggared belief.
Many agreed.
Could someone this formidable truly exist?
But not everyone thought so. Some held the opposite view.
"How do you know the Lord God isn't injured?"
"With divine might like that, attacking with unmatched ferocity, how could he possibly be injured?"
"Can you see through the divine light surrounding the Lord God and tell what condition he's in beneath it?" a God King sneered, his head not entirely turned by the astonishing spectacle.
He had taken a moment to analyze it calmly.
"The Lord God's performance has never declined, but that doesn't mean he's been unscathed all along."
"Well..." A God King faltered. That made sense too.
Within the Void, Meng