A sphere brimming with explosive power condensed between Xu Zimo's hands.
The surrounding void began to change.
He brought his palms together, and the sphere was annihilated within them.
An invisible might erupted from him as its center.
The aftermath of the sphere's annihilation descended, sweeping in from all directions.
The gods who had been preparing to flee felt an overwhelming force descend upon them.
Within that force, they seemed to have fallen into a Mud Pit, unable to move a step or break free.
"Void God, can this void restriction be broken?" the Fire God asked.
"This is not a void restriction. Within these Ruins of the Gods, he is the one and only true god," Void God hurriedly replied.
"This restriction is the world's restriction of the ruins."
"That old man had held something back. He claimed he was giving us a place to dwell in these Ruins of the Gods, but he only wanted to use it to imprison us for generation after generation!" the Fire God roared.
Flames burned and surged around him, incinerating the entire stretch of void above his head.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
These Ruins of the Gods were a Small World.
Under the suppression of a Small World's power, they might still have been able to put up a struggle outside.
But within this place, they simply could not contend against it.
"I am not as merciful as the God of War.
The God of War could not bear to kill you because he still remembered old ties," Xu Zimo said as he stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across every face.
He said flatly, "I have no feelings for the Mythological Era.
I have only one thing to say: those who submit to me shall prosper; those who defy me