"Keep up the circle formation! Maintain your defense!"
The command was a calm yet authoritative whisper into the mind of all the Gods in the battlefield.
Standing on a distant position, observing the battlefield with arms crossed, was the second persona of Sunny.
He had discarded the cosmic robes of the Sunny. Here, he wore armor, an ancient armor of SSS-Grade, made from one of the strongest metals.
He did not fight like Destroyer, instead he commanded. His purpose was not merely to kill the Demon Gods but to forge the weak Pantheon into a weapon capable of killing the demon Gods without him.
Below him, six Gods moved in a fluid, deadly dance. They circled a massive Demon God, a creature of stone and magma, far stronger than any of them individually. But against the formation, the demon was suffocating.
Wherever the demon lunged, a shield met him. Wherever he retreated, a sword was waiting. It was a grinder, a battle of attrition designed to break the spirit before the body.
