Su Ming, who had been pulling out some snacks to eat, paused. From his perspective, the battle seemed to have ended in an instant.
There were no flashes of light, no sounds—nothing at all. He only saw red and white light touch and separate, while a huge golden figure appeared on the battlefield. The breach that had been torn open had somehow been repaired as well.
Four of the six demon gods had been injured. Only Oshtur and the Cloaked Figure were unscathed, but they too looked exhausted now, clearly unable to continue fighting.
"That's it?" Su Ming flew over to Hoggoth and asked quietly. A patch of the tiger god's chest was charred black, giving off the stench of rot as black sparks occasionally drifted from around the wound. "I was waiting to see entire levels collapse and reform. You guys couldn't even last that long?"
The demon god glanced at him, turned back into a caterpillar, and snatched away his snacks. "That battle lasted more than three thousand Earth years. We shattered several Timelines. It simply took place on the level of time itself. Without using the Time Stone, you cannot understand it. Humans always rely too much on their eyes, merely because sight is the most direct sensation."
"Tch. I wanted to see what tricks each of you had." Su Ming was somewhat disappointed. The chance to learn had been right in front of him, yet he had missed it in the blink of an eye.
"If you want to see it, you can use the Time Stone to replay this region's time. But that thing isn't your own power, so I advise against it." Hoggoth smoked his hookah along with the snacks, looking unconcerned. "It's best not to see too much that far exceeds the limits