Chapter 178

"Hmm, this method is good."

Li Gui was very satisfied with his own idea.

The enemies of the Void Demon Realm, upon seeing the terror of this world, would certainly dare not strike to kill him; at the very least, they would hesitate for a moment, and with his intelligence, he could always escape—after all, the Sacrificial Master had attacked other worlds before coming to this one.

And even if the Sacrificial Master was dead, it didn't mean other worlds were inaccessible; these worlds still connected to the Void Demon Realm even now. After escaping from the enemies of the Void Demon Realm, she could travel to other worlds—so many worlds, so vast, it would be as hard as climbing to heaven for her enemies to find her.

While Li Gui stood frozen, pondering how to open a passage between this world and the Void Demon Realm, God in Beimeizhou clashed with the Feathered Serpent God.

Dark clouds filled the sky, light and thunder intertwined, holiness and ferocity collided.

The heavens trembled, the earth shook.

The Feathered Serpent God whipped its tail, each scale unleashing a divine art; now, its entire body of feathered serpent scales blazed forth, revealing all its arts—a pitch-black serpent body descended like a black divine sword, cleaving the Beimeizhou sky in two, slicing through empty space.

Clang!!

Sparks flew like metal striking metal, the divine radiance enveloping Earth flickered, as if on the verge of collapse.

Astronauts in space stations across nations watched in terror, unable to help closing their eyes, afraid they might see Earth split in half.

This was the sound of stone splitting and sky piercing, shattering the heavens; the pitch-black serpent tail was invincible, colliding with God's holy light.

Ashuan and the others looked up and froze, their entire bodies icy cold, feeling as if their souls had left their bodies.

The sky was gone…

No blue, no white clouds—only the cosmic stars.

They had never imagined that the once-beautiful starry sky now filled them with fear; looking up, they saw the universe clearly—this was Earth, not a space station, but the very ground of Beimeizhou, yet they could see every star, every river of stars.

The Feathered Serpent God's tail shattered everything, annihilating the Beimeizhou heavens.

It was impossible to imagine how Earth would fare without the protection of divine power; even just this sight—the shattered heavens revealing the stars—meant Ashuan and the others, even if they didn't die, would be flung into space, and the Beimeizhou tectonic plate would exist only in history textbooks, never to be seen again.

God was retreating, unable to withstand this world-shaking divine art.

Countless residual souls surfaced along the serpent's tail, shrieking in anguish, brimming with unwillingness—a horrifying sight, revealing how many godlike or demonic beings had perished under this single technique of the Feathered Serpent God.

"Feathered Serpent God!"

God's voice, sharp yet restrained, roared out—he was truly enraged.

As the supreme being of Heaven, the one mortals believed omnipotent, to now be driven back by another mythic deity was a blow to his dignity.

"Roar!"

The Feathered Serpent God bellowed, its cry like a dragon's roar piercing the nine heavens; behind it, the cosmic stars—unprotected by divine power—exploded one by one; even on Earth, protected by divine power, mortals suffered deafening ringing, their eardrums aching from the shock.

Then the Feathered Serpent God's body coiled straight toward him.

God changed expression, no longer holding back; he drew his divine weapon—a golden holy sword radiating solar light—and met the Feathered Serpent God head-on, the deity who had forged his fearsome reputation on the earliest battlefield.

The other seven archangels, leading their angelic legions, also clashed with the Maya deities.

Clearly, God's side had far more numbers, yet not a single Maya deity showed fear; instead, under the lead of the colossal Maya deities, they sought to encircle and annihilate the seven archangels and their legions—behavior of extreme arrogance.

But from the two sides' aura, it was not so.

The battle intent carried by the fewer Maya deities was sharper than any sword; each Maya deity, standing with sword raised and horse poised, exuded a blood-soaked iron will that even gods and demons would fear.

They simply stood in empty space.

The entire starry sky seemed to shiver in dread; even the angels of the angelic legion involuntarily retreated—such aura, such presence, such might, terrified countless beings.

Iron-blooded battlefield, blood-stained gods and demons.

A terrifying realm swept over, paralyzing the angelic legion; mortals understood why—they all felt this will, and for a moment, saw the Maya deities fighting endlessly on battlefields, advancing through blood, cutting their way from the outermost fringes of the battlefield straight into its very center.

Battle spirit shook the starry heavens, moved gods, humans, and demons alike.

For a moment, the angelic legion nearly broke without fighting—but after the seven archangels roared orders, they quickly stabilized, reclaiming their divine resolve, reigniting their unyielding charge.

Countless onlookers sighed in relief; upon reflection, they realized—this was the legion that had fought in Luxi's holy war, endured countless battles large and small, God's strongest force, famed across all mythologies; how could it possibly collapse so easily?

Boom.

"Feathered Serpent God, cease. You cannot sustain burning your divine power much longer."

A weathered, ancient voice, imbued with benevolence and beauty.

God struck—ten thousand rays of holy light, as if ten thousand volcanoes erupted simultaneously; holy flames burned around him, and even his holy sword was wreathed in two divine flames like coiling dragons.

The sword slashed downward, and the entire starry sky ignited in flames.

This scene was magnificent.

Above Beimeizhou on Earth, a brilliant white blaze suddenly surged upward, instantly wrapping half the globe—Earth looked as if wearing a fiery hood.

Stars across the heavens were set ablaze, cascading down like meteor showers, vast and beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous—and lethally so.

Ignoring the cosmic changes, God became a blazing divine furnace, radiating eternal light, all focused into his holy sword as he struck first, clashing directly with the Feathered Serpent God.

This was not mortal combat, not free fighting.

This was a supreme divine war.

Every moment was life or death; every strike decided victory or defeat.

"Cannot sustain long? At least I can sustain long enough to slay you."

The Feathered Serpent God's pitch-black tail clashed with God's holy sword; the impact rang like divine bells, cracking vast stretches of starry space, shattering countless stars, scattering brilliant sparks—any star touched by the sparks was instantly destroyed, empty space melting open.

No one on Earth was unmoved.

God and the Feathered Serpent God had already fought beyond Earth, into the stars—but the Feathered Serpent God was so vast, the battle could still be clearly seen; each clash sent terrifying fissures spreading far, far across the cosmos.

Limited by human vision, even at the farthest observable distance, the cracks still kept spreading.

Divine radiance surged like storm-tossed waves, wildly turbulent.

God's expression changed—he had clashed with the Feathered Serpent God this long and saw no sign of the serpent's divine power nearing exhaustion; it remained at peak, as if its potential was limitless.

Many people captured this scene through telescopes.

Believers watched in tense dread, while Director Takahashi and his team watched with anxiety—and also with awe.

The Feathered Serpent God deservedly earned his place as a deity who could penetrate the earliest battlefield, deservedly revered by the gods; in the brutal wars of the earliest battlefield, he had become the most terrifying deity.

It really was too powerful. Clearly the Lord God was strong enough, and every move in the killing exchange was aimed at the Quetzalcoatl's existing fatal wounds. Even though the Quetzalcoatl blocked the attacks, the very excess of its own large movements pulled at its injuries, causing the wounds to open wider, with divine blood flowing unceasingly.

But even so, the Quetzalcoatl showed no fear; the light in its serpentine pupils never once flickered with timidity, remaining blazingly bright, charging forward without retreat. What's more, the Quetzalcoatl still sought chances to attack and kill the Lord God while defending, several times driving the Lord God into perilous situations, making the believers' hearts pound with terror.

Then, under the gaze of the flushed believers and of Director Takahashi and the others, who didn't know whether to feel contempt or burst out cursing, the Lord God switched to a different fighting style.

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