Swoosh—
In the skies of the present world.
Two figures stood out of thin air, gazing at the pitch-black Sun in the sky.
Time seemed frozen at dusk, with a blood-like glow spilling over the world, radiating an increasingly terrifying heat.
The setting Sun fell upon the shoulders of the two, as Mr. Jing Yao spoke:
"Kinsley's authority and Strength are excessively powerful, to the extent that the great power has leaked from the Star Realm into the present world, manifesting phenomena and calamities... In a few months, half the Mortals in the present world will perish, Angels and Sub-Gods will be forced to slumber to reduce consumption, and even we True God may not escape this fate in the near future."
"Therefore, He must die."
Chen Lun nodded, his tone indifferent.
"This battle was inevitable, only slightly premature."
"Jack, take heed, as Kinsley is the strongest of the old Seven Gods..."
Mr. Jing Yao turned to advise.
"I know."
Chen Lun took a deep breath.
