A moment before they flew out of the Kingdom of God.
The giant beast's roar rang out behind them again.
"Roar!"
"Pfft!" Sikong Jian faltered, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
A single roar had nearly shattered the internal organs of this Human Race expert.
"Wait..."
Black Old Ninth suddenly called for them to stop.
Little God also seemed to notice something. He stopped and looked back.
"Hui's voice... something's wrong. He... seems to be injured."
"What?" Old Ninth looked back in confusion.
Could a world-destroying monster like that be injured?
What kind of being could hurt him?
They all looked toward the sound.
The sky-obscuring hand within the vortex had already withdrawn into the sea of clouds.
The maw that devoured everything and the eyes as large as stars slowly faded from their sight.
It... had retreated.
In its place was... a palace.
A palace floating amid Chaos.
It drifted from the depths of the darkness into the sea of clouds.
Like a pillar holding the seas steady, it towered above the churning black clouds.
From the moment it appeared, the Kingdom of God stopped falling, and the Chaos creatures' bloodthirsty howls turned furious before finally falling helplessly silent.
It was like a dividing line.
The creatures within Chaos dared not cross it by so much as half a step.
"That... that's..." Aiselin's eyes widened in disbelief.
Rage, resentment, terror, despair.
They covered the false gods' faces.
"Why... aren't they dead?"
"Impossible... impossible."
"Why? Why do this to us?"
The false gods turned completely to stone, their faces still frozen in resentment and fear.
Even in death, they never saw the world destroyed.
"What is that?" Little White Tiger asked Little God.
He possessed Man's memories; perhaps he would know the answer.
The latter shook his head, indicating that