Even ordinary viewers could feel the terrifying pressure caused by the god-beating whip through the sky screen.
The pressure endured by Cul, the former God King who was naturally countered by the god-beating whip, can be imagined.
Feeling the threat that was enough to make him fall, the fear in Cul's slit pupils had become so intense it was about to overflow!
"No... impossible..."
"I will not die! I will not be defeated!"
Faced with the threat of death, this God of Fear finally regained a hint of his youthful posture.
The Midgard Serpent's body arched violently, and from beneath its tattered scales, the final radiance of dark green divine power erupted.
But this time, the light did not spread outward.
Instead, it gathered upward along the snake's body, surging entirely into its mouth.
More accurately—it surged into his pair of giant snake fangs!
The originally stark white snake fangs visibly turned completely pitch-black, with dark green patterns flowing on their surface, emitting waves of terrifying, dead silence.
That was divine power of fear condensed to the extreme!
He poured all his remaining strength, along with the last sliver of energy stored in his scepter, into this pair of fangs.
This was Cul's strongest weapon.
The ultimate killing move capable of poisoning gods to death!
"Four."
The moment the voice fell, Cul had already lunged forward:
"Go to hell!!!"
Cul's roar tore through the horizon.
The Midgard Serpent's tattered body erupted with speed far exceeding before at this moment, its head thrusting forward with those two pitch-black fangs, tearing the air apart wherever it passed and leaving behind a visible spatial rift.
Faced with such a blow, Peter did not dodge or evade.
He simply controlled his Susanoo Buddha and brought the god-beating whip down heavily.
At the same time, his cold voice continued to count down in the air:
"Three."
The moment the whip fell, space began to faintly collapse.
The god-beating whip descended from the sky with earth-shattering momentum, meeting Cul's pitch-black fangs head-on.
The two ultimate weapons collided violently in mid-air.
The sky projection was cut off at this instant—Cul no longer had the strength to maintain the output of the projection.
This sudden unexpected situation made global viewers curse in anger.
But soon, someone discovered that Tony had already quietly started a global live stream.
Thus, viewers hurried back indoors as fast as they could, or opened their phones, praying to see the final result of this confrontation.
When they opened their phones and TVs, all they saw was pure white.
It was the explosion of energy, directly interfering with signal transmission.
When the image recovered, everyone saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
The sky had been split in two.
No, not just the sky; Buenos Aires had also been completely torn apart by the two's strike.
The earth showed visible fractures, and one could even see dark red magma flowing deep in the mantle.
But because the two's clash was simply too exaggerated, the magma could not erupt, and the distant sea surface was boiling madly as if it had been burned.
Everything between heaven and earth seemed to be dyed in two colors.
On one side, endless gold-red; on the other, terrifying dark green.
The two colors collided, devoured, and annihilated each other madly at the intersection in the center.
There was no astonishing sound, no terrifying shockwave.
The moment the two divine artifacts collided, space collapsed because of it, and endless nothingness devoured everything; even sound could not travel within it.
Everyone was staring fixedly at the two colors in the arena.
Amidst the anticipation of the crowd, with eyes wide enough to split, the evenly matched colors finally changed.
The dark green... was receding bit by bit.
Replacing it was the gold-red light, advancing inch by inch.
The speed was extremely slow at first, but it soon formed an unstoppable momentum, swallowing the remaining dark green completely in the blink of an eye.
"No!!!"
Cul's roar came from that chaotic light, filled with despair on the verge of collapse.
He felt it.
His fangs were shattering.
Not the kind of shattering from being smashed.
It was the kind of shattering from being denied at the essence.
Every time the runes on the god-beating whip flashed, the divine power of fear on his fangs receded by a layer.
Those dark green patterns that had condensed all his remaining strength were being erased one by one by the gold-red light at a visible speed.
"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible—!!!"
Cul pressed the last sliver of strength in his snake body into it.
But the only response to him was another fierce rune pulse on the god-beating whip.
Snap!
Finally, the two pitch-black fangs, over a hundred meters long, exploded in mid-air, shattering into countless pieces, and together with the divine power of fear condensed upon them, they turned into sky-filling dark green debris that drifted down.
The body of the god-beating whip whistled past the shattered fangs and struck Cul's snake head heavily.
Boom!!!
This whip strike directly smashed Cul's massive snake body down from mid-air.
After five seconds of dead silence, global viewers erupted into the craziest cheers of their lives.
The fangs were shattered.
That arrogant God of Fear had finally been defeated by their guardian—The Arbiter, My Lord!
About half a minute later, the collapsed spatial rift was gradually repaired.
Cul's Midgard Serpent body fell heavily onto the ground, half of its snake body crushed into meat paste by the immense force of the god-beating whip.
He could no longer move.
It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that the power of the god-beating whip was still rampaging madly inside his body.
It was as if iron stakes were pinning him dead to the spot!
These iron stakes destroyed not just his mobility, but also his godhood!
It... was erasing Cul's divinity!
Cul's remaining half-slit pupil was filled with disbelief.
He was the God of Fear.
As long as fear existed in the world, he would not truly die.
This was an iron law written into his godhood, one that even Odin could not change.
But now, this iron law had been shattered by a single whip!
His life force was also rapidly draining away because of this!
In other words... he would die!
And soon!
In mid-air, Peter waved his hand gently.
The energy of the Susanoo began to dissipate, and the Wood Release Buddha also shattered, turning into sky-filling wood chips and purple light spots.
He floated down slowly from hundreds of meters high, indifferently spitting out the final countdown: "One."
The moment the voice fell.
Peter did not look at Cul, but turned and walked toward the Avengers.
At the same time, the Midgard Serpent's body began to slowly shrink, and snake scales fell off one by one.
Cul turned back into human form, and it was that stooped, frail, elderly image from when he first broke the seal.
No, even worse than that!
At this moment, his white hair was like snow, his face withered, half of his head shattered, and his body was covered in dense wounds.
With only his last breath left, he stared at Peter with resentment.
The next second, a mass of pitch-black liquid gushed out from the depths of his throat.
That venom, carrying a thick aura of death that had almost condensed into substance, turned into an extremely thin black line, shooting toward Peter's back at an unbelievable speed!
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