"It's A Meng! He really is A Meng!"
The forbidden presence that could not be named erupted fully at that moment, sending spirituality spiraling endlessly out of control.
Nya ignored Ke Meng. Its strike as a true god was terrifying, but it could sense that Ke Meng was absurdly tanky!
That slap came crashing down, yet Ke Meng remained completely unscathed!
Ke Meng had not yet attained Godhood. He was only infinitely close to divinity, one final step away from ascending to the divine ranks and becoming a true god.
If he attained Godhood, that outrageously tanky defense would make him quite a headache for Nya.
But however much of a headache he was, it could no longer kill Ke Meng.
Even if Cthulhu were present, he would not be able to kill Ke Meng either.
He really was that tanky.
It was precisely because Ke Meng trusted that his resistance points were several times higher than Nya's that he dared to observe on the battlefield.
Steady. Rock-solid steady!
Having held steady all this time, Ke Meng was confident enough to say, I'll stand here and let you attack. If you can make me lose any HP, I'll give you credit!
Ke Meng weathered Nya's attacks head-on. The health bars of the players around him went from green to red, then emptied. They all died, leaving only Ke Meng alive.
Ke Meng's eyes were bright and sharp as blades, piercing through every surface appearance to look directly at the operating principles of the innermost core of power.
While Nya attacked the players.
How did the Game World operate under these circumstances?
What differences were there in the shifts between life and death in the surrounding environment?
Gods truly were different. With a single attack, Nya revealed many things that Ke