No one expected the war to reach such a severe point.
An unprecedented wave of destruction turned all visible places into scorched earth.
The power of the Destruction Black Sun nearly tore apart the high divine bodies of the World Group's Will in an instant.
The Storm Lord Talos was the first to be reduced to ashes, with only the scattered True God Uniqueness barely taken away by the Demon Hall.
The indirectly affected Wu An Monarch's body, under the protection of the Abyssal Will, also began to melt.
The Abyssal Will carefully cherished this descending form.
The eyes of this World Will flickered with uncertain light:
"What a pity, why can't it be used for me?"
Wu An Monarch's calm voice echoed from the same mouth:
"He fights not for himself, but for those he values. Since the day we opposed the Seven Heroes, he was destined not to be one of us."
The Abyss remained silent for a long time before finally saying softly:
