The four Supreme God besieged the Ancestral Tree of Life, compressing the vast area formed by the condensation of the light of life into an extremely narrow range. For a time, the Ancestral Tree of Life seemed to be in a precarious situation.
Lancelot, hidden within the Ancestral Tree of Life, felt the Destruction energy emanating from Ancestral Tree of Life. His brow furrowed, and he said gravely, "Senior, are you sure you don't need me to intervene? These four are all formidable; together, they are even more terrifying. I fear something might happen to you."
"No need. Just wait for your opportunity. Now is not the best time to secure victory. Wait a little longer." The voice of the Ancestral Tree of Life remained calm and composed, steady and powerful, showing great composure.
Upon hearing this, Lancelot had no choice but to remain silent, choosing to believe in the Ancestral Tree of Life, but he was also prepared to act at any moment. Within the Endless Divine Body, the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying shone with a chilling sharpness, carrying the aura of God Slaying and demons. The Underworld was shrouded in darkness, and countless phantoms of the Undead Race flashed by, the power of life and death intertwining and entwining upon them. One by one, the Particle Gods, full of fighting spirit, channeled streams of power into their limbs and bones. For a moment, within Lancelot's body, a colossal aura was held back, yet remained unleashed.
The Ancestral Tree of Life is naturally very aware of the movements within its own body.
A flicker of emotion crossed her eyes, and she murmured to herself, "This power is in no way inferior to my full-power burst when I wield the Death Note. No wonder Mother was so confident..."
At this moment, the lingering doubts in the heart of the Ancestral Tree of Life vanished completely. It had no other thoughts about the outcome of this battle; victory was certain!
"Let's fight!!"
The Ancestral Tree of Life whispered in its heart, and an even more powerful force surged forth to resist the continuous pressure coming from ahead.
Sensing the surge of power emanating from the Ancestral Tree of Life, the God of War's eyes, which had unknowingly transformed into crimson-gold, suddenly narrowed. He felt a wave of danger wash over him and quickly said, "Ancestral Tree of Life, you should already know our purpose. Hand over the Death Note, and we can let you go. How about it? A Miracle Creation that's no longer of much use to you, in exchange for your life—it's a worthwhile deal, isn't it?"
"Only by keeping this life can you have the chance to cross the threshold of Eternity and become Immortal being."
The God of War's voice carried a clear seductive undertone.
The art of war is not merely about fighting and killing; it also involves strategy and tactics, and psychological warfare is an indispensable part of war.
As the saying goes, to subdue the enemy without fighting is the highest form of skill.
Although the God of War loves battle and life-or-death struggles, he is not a reckless man. Moreover, the Death Note is related to the path of his brother God of Death, so he must be extremely cautious. It would be best to resolve the matter peacefully through coercion... although, such a possibility is not high.
But it's still worth a try.
However, the indifferent reply from the Ancestral Tree of Life caused the God of War's deliberately formulaic smile to freeze.
"Let's fight, Dax. Do you really think you can defeat me? The status and prestige of Peak Supreme God are earned through battle, not through empty words. You've disappointed me."
"Ancestral Tree of Life, the four of us haven't even used our full strength yet. Do you think this is all our power?" The God of Death's expression darkened slightly, and the God of War's smile also faded.
"Whether it is or not, it won't change the outcome." The Ancestral Tree of Life sneered, saying, "I just want to tell you that even if you borrow the Miracle Creation, the White Feather of Time, you still can't kill me. Don't forget what my title is: The Sun of Life... Never to Fall."
As soon as the words fell, an unprecedented light of life burst forth, transforming into a golden sun that hung high, illuminating the entire Shattering Annihilation Corridor.
"Hmph, she won't listen to reason, she'll have to suffer the consequences. Kind words won't persuade this damned ghost. Kill her!! I will use her corpse to forge a brand new Scepter of Destruction." The voice of the Ancestral Tree of Destruction was utterly cold, carrying an aura of Berserk and bloodlust that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.
The God of War stood tall in the Hall of Heroes, surrounded by countless war heroes, bathed in divine radiance like stars around the moon, as if a new Eternal was rising, his aura vast and boundless.
"No refund? Heh..."
The God of War narrowed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, a golden beam of battle intent shooting out. "Then die!"
"Boom!"
The already formidable power of the War Domain seemed to be amplified by some powerful force after the God of War glared at it. In an instant, its power surged even further. The Hall of Heroes hung high, and countless war spirits soared into the air, forming an inverted pyramid shape, channeling all their power into the God of War's body at the bottom. Rings of energy condensed from top to bottom, creating a magnificent sight. Under this powerful enhancement, the War Domain controlled by the God of War became even more powerful and terrifying. The remaining few Divine Realm of Life and the newly formed Sun of Life immediately showed signs of collapse.
This is the terrifying combat power that the God of War can unleash with the blessing of the Miracle Creation of Hall of Heroes and countless heroic spirits. In this state, the God of War of War can even briefly fight against the Eternal and not be at a disadvantage.
Wow!
"Kill!" The Ancestral Tree of Life's branches swayed, its eyes cold and fearless.
Before her, a Miracle Creation whose power was in no way inferior to, and perhaps even greater than, that of the Hall of Heroes appeared out of thin air, and the sound of death transformed into scattered yet striking notes, blooming in mid-air.
This is a bone flute about 80 centimeters long, with an "absolute matte black" finish. This black is not a color, but a visual absence, making the viewer feel as if their gaze is drawn into it.
This is the "Death Note," one of the eleven most Miracle Creation of the Astral Realm.
Its shape resembles a slightly curved flute.