The vast sky fell silent, and a bleak, fierce wind scattered the blood mist that filled it.
The terrifying aftershocks of the two dwarf Highgods' explosive annihilation slowly faded back into the world. The immense divine might that had suppressed the surrounding lands and sealed a thousand-mile radius dissipated completely.
Yet this clarity brought not the slightest peace.
In its place, an overwhelming terror that pierced their divine souls and soaked into their marrow gripped the thirty thousand dwarf soldiers below.
These thirty thousand cultivators were an iron frontier army, painstakingly raised by the Dwarf Race with boundless resources.
Even the weakest among them had reached the Lowgod realm. Every one was a veteran of countless battles, having roamed Hell's chaotic frontier for endless years, stained their hands with the blood of countless weaker races, and fought a hundred battles great and small without a single defeat.
For so long, they had followed their two Highgod lords on campaigns in every direction, razing countless tribes and crushing innumerable rebellions, long since developing a fierce arrogance that looked down on the entire frontier.
But today, for the first time, they experienced soul-shattering fear and utter despair.
The two supreme pillars they had relied upon had turned to ash in an instant.
Their combined God-level attack, powerful enough to crush an entire territory, had amounted to nothing before their opponent, unable to withstand a single blow.
From beginning to end, the white-robed human youth in the sky had stood quietly in the air.
He had not moved a single step or unleashed a single move. He had not even let the slightest trace of fierce killing intent escape.
With nothing more than the life-bound divine blades around him protecting their master of their own accord, he had instantly slain two Highgod titans