A gentle breeze blew through heaven and earth, softly brushing over the shattered landscape.
The last trace of the bitter, bone-chilling aura of bloodshed was thoroughly scattered by the wind, swept clean away.
After less than a day of continuous bloody battle at the God-level, the long-standing deathly silence slowly receded from the land of Kelan, where gods had slaughtered and mountains and rivers had been overturned.
The dark pall hanging over the entire continent dispersed completely, and long-absent peace finally returned to the world.
High in the sky, the battle had ended completely, and the gods had all fallen.
Only the last surviving Midgod remained, floating alone in midair.
At that moment, the divine markings across much of his body had cracked and shattered. Divine blood streamed from him without cease, and his broken divine body swayed precariously.
Shi Hao had already grievously damaged his source, leaving him near death. Now that his mind had completely collapsed, he could barely maintain even the most basic ability to stand in the air. His body trembled constantly, liable to plummet at any moment.
The dignity of a Midgod once rooted deep in his marrow, his innate sense of racial superiority as a member of the divine race, the arrogance and conceit of having stood above all living things for years...
The moment he witnessed Shiheng erase Adkins, a peak Highgod and Five-Star Fiend, with a single strike, destroying both body and soul, all of it shattered and vanished.
His limbs stiffened, his divine soul quaked, and his entire body turned cold. Every inch of his divine bones trembled uncontrollably.
He was truly afraid.
It was an ultimate terror that arose from the deepest source of his soul, penetrated his marrow, and seeped into his Dao fruit.
For a long time, the