However, these six Creator Ancestral Spirits each had their own opponents, and couldn’t directly participate in this war in The Second World.

Everyone was shocked to realize that the situation had reverted to how it was before the Creator Ancestral Spirits appeared; the outcome still depended on themselves.

"Ding!" At that moment, a sound of a weapon breaking suddenly rang out from afar.

The King of Annihilation held a burning red giant axe and sliced a great sword held by a War Clan mortal god in half.

The remaining force of the Axe of Destruction continued downward, landing on the chest of the War Clan mortal god, carving a huge wound, with scorched flesh emitting green smoke.

"You’ve finally decided to use the Axe of Destruction!" The War Clan mortal god was knocked back, covering his wound, and spoke gravely.

He couldn’t defeat the King of Annihilation, and the great sword in his hand wasn’t a Divine Artifact. Now that the King of Annihilation revealed the Axe of Destruction, his weapon was easily broken, putting him at an absolute disadvantage.

"War Maniac, the gap between us is not in weaponry, but in sheer absolute strength. It’s more fitting for your father to battle me," the King of Annihilation arrogantly declared.

"For us of the War Clan, challenging an enemy stronger than ourselves is a tradition!" War Maniac laughed casually, wielding the broken sword and charging up again, eyes blazing with intense war intent.

The King of Annihilation casually swung his axe, clashed with War Maniac a few times, then seized another opportunity to strike War Maniac.

"Boom!" War Maniac was sent flying again, another wound added to his body, but without any pause, he dashed forward again, seemingly oblivious to pain or fatigue, fighting as if he would never give up.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

Then, War Maniac was getting knocked back more frequently, the wounds on his body becoming more numerous, struggling to withstand the King of Annihilation’s attacks.

Continuing the fight, this avatar might die here.

Huang Yi grew worried; once War Maniac was defeated, the Demon Clan could seize the moment. If the King of Annihilation had a free hand to attack other allied forces, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, this avatar of the King of Annihilation was his most formidable form that could appear in the outside world. Even to sustain this avatar’s existence affected his main body’s strength. Compared to the last Void God self-destruct that eliminated an avatar, this one was even stronger, making killing him incredibly difficult.

"Sizzle!" The King of Annihilation once again sent War Maniac flying, then with a sudden burst, fiery flames shot out from his eyes like lasers, striking War Maniac.

War Maniac was instantly engulfed in flame, turning into a human torch, with several bone spurs on his body reduced to ashes, dissipating in the fire.

"Rumor has it, the power of the King of Annihilation is second only to the King of Hell. I, Lord of the Dark Night, have come for a lesson!" Suddenly, the space around the King of Annihilation turned into night, and the flames from his eyes were absorbed by the darkness.

"Bang!" Simultaneously, a muffled grunt came from the King of Annihilation, as if suddenly ambushed by the Lord of the Dark Night.

"Hmph! Coward hiding in the dark, if this is all the strength you have, you have no right to challenge me!" The King of Annihilation’s scornful voice echoed through the night.

The Axe of Destruction sliced through the night, creating streaks of fire, dispersing the darkness, but the figure of the Lord of the Dark Night remained unseen.

The Night Clan excelled at stealth and surprise attacks, appearing silently in the darkness and slipping away without a trace, difficult to pinpoint their hiding place.

Meanwhile, War Maniac had recovered and charged toward the King of Annihilation once again.

...

"Die for me!" Suddenly, the booming laughter of Feng Angju came from afar.

He held tightly onto the wing of a Green Dragon as if grasping a chicken, bringing it to his front.

The Green Dragon struggled desperately, its dragon claws fluttering futilely in the void, unable to break free, only able to let out a desperate wail.

Feng Angju extended his other fist and smashed it against the Green Dragon’s head!

"Boom!" Brains splattered, the Green Dragon’s head exploded before it could even let out a scream, dying completely.

Blood and brain matter splattered onto Feng Angju’s face, making him appear as terrifying as a butcher. He tossed the dragon’s corpse away, licked the dragon blood on his lips, and charged towards a darkness laid out by a Night Clan member in the distance.

Now, he became invincible again. Previously, the Lord of the Dark Night might interfere, but now with him confronting the King of Annihilation, there were no longer any concerns, allowing him to slaughter as he pleased on the battlefield.

"Puff!" A minute later, Feng Angju emerged from the darkness, holding the corpse of a Night Clan member, as the surrounding darkness dissipated, becoming clear again.

"Ah! The pleasure of slaughter is so delightful!" Feng Angju laughed heartily, his earlier rage provoked by Huang Yi completely released, his whole being relaxed and at ease. He couldn’t help but hum a melodious tune, twisting his body into the War Dance of the Kador Tribe, sliding his steps as he charged at a Water Qilin.

Spinning and leaping, Feng Angju’s toe landed on the Water Qilin’s back, breaking through an Ice Barrier.

His right palm pressed down on the Water Qilin’s forehead, twisting it in a dance move, snapping it 360 degrees.

The sound of the neck breaking like a rest note, arm retracted, pulling off the head, the dance concluded.

The Water Qilin became a headless corpse, tipping over sideways.

Feng Angju’s graceful dance, paired with the splattering blood, added with the final screams, inexplicably created an aesthetic of violence.

"Ah! Die to my song! As my war dance halts, the Underworld shall be your return." Feng Angju sang, charging toward a War Clan Void God...

"Boom!" Suddenly, a world-shaking, ghost-wailing blue light exploded in The Second World, accompanied by the roar of wild winds and giant waves, as if the entire ocean of The Second World went mad, unleashing an apocalyptic tsunami.

The aura of a deity abruptly descended, alarming the whole world!

"Is this the power of God?!" Thunder God’s voice resounded through the universe, carrying the majesty of a deity.

His aura became lofty and eternal, the Pillar of Sea God in his hand gushing out vast divine power, the compressed infinite seawater within dyed red by the divine light, like endless blood.

All around, people stared in awe, feeling a dense energy field suffocating them.

But everyone began to smile—

Finally, the power of the Sea God had descended!

Thunder God was the inheritor of this power, with the Sea God of the Heaven Realm participating in this great war through him.