Wang Yang knew nothing of the changes in the universe or the slaughter they had caused.
He merely watched Chthon before him.
Compared with the gods he had encountered before, he felt that Chthon alone qualified as a true god.
He even seemed more than a single tier stronger.
That should not have been the case. They were all gods, after all, so the gap should not have been that great.
But this was clearly no time to ponder such things.
Chthon still stood before him, and as he absorbed more power, the dark aura around him continued to grow stronger.
Wang Yang had actually tried attacking, but with Chthon's current strength, his divine power could already be called inexhaustible.
So even if his attacks injured Chthon, Chthon would generally heal himself very quickly.
Trying to wear Chthon down now was clearly not a rational choice.
Wang Yang was also steadily gathering his own power, holding his ground to meet whatever came.
At that moment, vast amounts of dark divine power began gathering throughout the universe.
They continually converged on Chthon.
The wars across the universe gradually subsided. After all, as everything converged on Chthon, the negative energy affecting the universe gradually disappeared as well.
But the pressure Wang Yang faced from Chthon also grew steadily greater.
It was suffocating.
Even the many agents in the distant S.W.O.R.D. station could not help breathing more heavily.
And that was with them inside Earth's magical light barrier.
They truly could not imagine how much pressure Wang Yang was enduring.
Chthon drew in his vast dark divine power, and his power became much calmer.
Having absorbed such dense, powerful energy, Chthon once again wore a confident expression as he looked at Wang Yang.
"Sorcerer, I must admit that your strength has indeed exceeded