At the center of the town's ruins.
As the Evil God exerted her strength, swirling snow filled the sky. These snowflakes carried chaotic Divine Power, continually inflicting damage on the assembled powerhouses!
The blood of dozens of Bronze powerhouses spattered the ground, mingling with the snow drifting down from the sky, its chill freezing hearts to their cores.
Watching the battle from a kilometer away, Jiang Yang frowned. The fluctuations from the battle were far weaker than he had imagined.
When he emerged into the world, he had sensed that the supernatural energy between heaven and earth was nowhere near comparable to that of the previous two eras.
But the disparity was still far too pronounced. Supernatural powerhouses at the same realm could unleash less than a tenth of the might they could in ancient times.
The string of offensive techniques just now had stirred up energy fluctuations far weaker than he had imagined.
He understood at once. This was also one of the root causes of the Divine Clan's decline.
The battle continued.
The Evil God's tremendous killing power had thoroughly intimidated the powerhouses of the Bronze Age.
The hot blood in their hearts, fired by dreams of great achievements and names that would shine through history, instantly cooled. Their previously soaring morale plummeted.
Some even began to show signs of retreat in their eyes. The Evil God was so powerful that even the two strongest kings had been driven back. Would charging forward themselves not simply mean throwing their lives away?
"Is the Evil God really this powerful?"
"Can we really defeat her?"
A defeatist atmosphere began to spread. This was not a good sign.
This scene was witnessed by Gene, the New King of Diriya, who had just recovered from the Evil God's psychic shriek, and his