The moon was shattered. The sky trembled like torn fabric, and the ground beneath their feet no longer existed, only endless space and dark currents of death energy flowing silently around them like rivers.
It was the first time Daniel had seen something like this. He honestly didn't expect that fighting with his full power could cause such destruction.
In front of him,
the Buried God looked at his half-burned arm.
"This… impossible…" his voice carried pure disbelief.
"A mortal actually managed to wound me?"
Daniel stood in the distance. Even though he had managed to wound this god, all his Fallen had been killed.
Even his life force was severely damaged, and the Death Tablet within his spiritual palace was cracked.
"You should accept that you're no longer a god."
He raised his sword. Now that he had managed to wound him, he was sure he could kill him.
The Buried God roared in rage. Death energy and buried light merged, forming a storm of black radiance.
