"Defeated?"
"He is Usher, the supreme archer, Earth's number two."
"Now you see it. This is the true power of the gods."
"A young and foolish world dares challenge the Pantheon Sanctum. You have chosen death."
The two strongest gods of Pantheon Sanctum moved as one, shaking the united divine realms to their core.
"I do not like Usher… but this time I swear I want him to win," Iron Cavalry of Shenzhou cursed, a chill rising in his heart.
The fragile hope that had just ignited in the Godslayer ranks guttered.
Few of them liked Dragon's Kiss Guild, but as Earth's trialists they were all grasshoppers tied to the same rope. If one falls, all fall.
"The decisive battle has not begun, and I… I am losing already?"
Usher screamed, a sound of pure heartbreak.
He seemed set ablaze from head to toe. Veins bulged. Teeth ground. His life force drained at a terrifying pace.
"So this… is a god's power?"
