Road to Heaven.
God of Slaughter was crushed by the overwhelming pressure, unable to lift his head. He could only lie obediently on the ground, not daring to move recklessly.
Bang...
Just then, a crisp sound of someone hitting the ground rang out.
God of Slaughter barely raised his head and saw Wang Hao crash heavily down before him. Clearly, he too had been forced down by the pressure.
"Wang Hao, are you alright?!" Little White asked anxiously.
"I'm fine!"
Wang Hao shook his head and forced himself to rise from the ground.
However, Wang Hao's legs trembled violently, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
But compared to God of Slaughter lying there like a dog eating dirt, Wang Hao instantly seemed far more imposing—one looked like a traitorous coward begging for mercy, while the other was an unyielding Great Hero.
Whoosh...
Just then, sharp gusts of wind tore through the void.
Everyone present barely managed to look up, only to see countless streams of energy flying in from every corner of the multiverse.
They continuously gathered toward the altar, and before long, the white figure gradually transformed into a youth of eighteen or nineteen.
His handsome features carried a touch of dashing charm, while a sunshine-like smile rested on his lips.
When those handsome features were paired with that sunny smile, one's first impression was that he must be someone who loved life—and a good person as well.
Wang Hao frowned slightly. He felt that this youth was not so simple.
Though he looked sunny on the surface, his bones exuded an arrogance—an arrogance that regarded the world's people as beneath his notice.
He even inexplicably felt a sense of mutual appreciation.
"God of Creation!"
God of Slaughter screamed in terror, frightened out of his