"It seems you're unwilling to come out!"
After waiting only a few moments, Akmond, the Lord of the Wilds, raised his massive battle axe when the Desolate Evil God remained silent and curled up within his mother world.
With this motion, streaks of lightning erupted from the Titan's battle axe, spreading across the void for miles. The terrifying pressure caused the world to tremble under Akmond's might.
"Wait!"
Just as Akmond was about to strike, a resolute voice echoed from within the world. A colossal beastly shadow rose from its depths, cloaked in a mist of curses born from the hatred of countless fallen creatures.
However, every being observing the Desolate Evil God could easily disregard the negative effects of this curse-laden mist.
"Good."
Seeing the Desolate Evil God obediently emerge from his mother world, Akmond nodded in satisfaction, sparing himself the effort of tearing it apart.
In truth, Akmond's earlier threat to split the Evil God's world and drag him out was purely a bluff. As a Titan of Order, destroying an entire world went against his principles. Even if the world had nurtured an Evil God that had wrought havoc on others, Akmond held the world itself blameless.
"I..."
The Desolate Evil God, instead of reacting with rage to the Titan's condescending approval, felt a flicker of hope. He tried to engage in conversation to alleviate his dire predicament.
But before he could utter another word, the armored Titan struck with his weapon, unleashing an overwhelming thunderous blow.
Roar!
Although the attack came suddenly, at the epic level, there was no such thing as a sneak attack. Reflexes and strength matched perfectly, and the Desolate Evil God instantly mobilized his power to defend himself.
Boom!
Dark red blood splattered, and golden waves of energy rippled outward. The Desolate Evil God was forced to accept a grim reality: he was no match for the Titan before him. There was no hope of victory.
There was no unique suppression or environmental advantage. It was a straightforward case of being utterly outclassed by pure strength.
The bloodstained battle axe cleaved through the Evil God's claw, shattering it with ease. It then struck his massive form, rending his body in two. The Evil God's supposedly impervious physical form was torn apart, and his dark blood gushed forth, staining the already blood-soaked axe and intensifying its aura of malevolence.
"Too weak. Boring!"
Akmond, standing between the Evil God's shattered world and the Multiverse Transmission Hall, bathed in the Evil God's blood, commented indifferently before turning and leaving. The spectacle no longer held any interest for him.
The Desolate Evil God, still struggling to recover and brace for another confrontation, was left in confusion. The Titan, who seemed intent on destruction, had simply left after incapacitating him.
As Akmond departed, several other powerful beings followed suit, and numerous deities withdrew their attention from the scene.
What was going on? The Desolate Evil God couldn't comprehend it. Despite the departure of these individuals, his situation remained dire.
He understood that his mother world might have offered some resistance against a few beings of his level. But against a force of hundreds? It made no difference whether he stayed hidden or stepped out.
Even if he remained within his mother world, the collective effort of these beings could destroy it entirely. To preserve his home, the only place in the void that accepted him, he reluctantly chose to emerge.
Though he was a destroyer of worlds, he held genuine affection for the world that birthed him.
"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and heal yourself!"
As the Desolate Evil God tended to his injuries, pondering the intentions of the overwhelming force before him, an impatient voice resounded in his ears.
He turned to see another towering Titan wielding a staff. Unlike Akmond, this one appeared eager for battle, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Though less powerful than Akmond, this Titan was still a newly ascended epic, an opponent the Desolate Evil God couldn't take lightly.
Under the threat of immediate battle, the Evil God reluctantly invoked a forbidden art, depleting his origin power to temporarily restore himself to peak condition.
The moment he recovered, the rookie Titan charged, eager to engage.
Yet, the outcome was clear. Despite the Titan's enthusiasm, he was no match for the seasoned Evil God, who had roamed the void for tens of thousands of years. Sensing imminent defeat, the Titan withdrew, and the Desolate Evil God refrained from pursuing.
After a brief respite, another Titan stepped forward, but this time, a Seraph intercepted him.
"What's this about?"
"It's not just Titans who need experience fighting Evil Gods. We Seraphim require it too."
The intercepted Titan paused, his battle-hardened blood boiling. "Fine, after my turn."
"No way. The first two rounds were Titans. It's our turn now. Don't forget who brought this Evil God here in the first place. You only had partial involvement."
"Hmph!" The rookie Titan snorted, glancing at Muria before stepping back. "Make it quick."
"Why the rush? We'll take turns. After the Seraphim, it'll be the Dragons' turn," a Dragon King nearby drawled lazily, scratching his chin.
...
"Muria, aren't you going to join? Just watching them fight? Remember, Akmond specifically found this Evil God for you," said Demes, glancing at Muria, who stood observing the beaten Desolate Evil God.
"No need. I've already fought him once. There's no point in continuing," Muria replied, shaking his head as he watched the Evil God being pummeled by one opponent after another.
The Desolate Evil God had changed—or rather, he hadn't. He was now fully embodying the path of submission. Despite being from an opposing camp, Muria couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity for the pitiful Evil God, now subjected to the relentless beatings of newly ascended epics.
As he contemplated, Muria reached into the void and pulled forth a massive chain sphere—the Nebula Chains that sealed the Thorn Evil God.
"What are you doing with that?" Demes asked, curious.
"Nothing much. I thought I'd let the little Evil God out for some fresh air. He must be suffocating in there," Muria replied with a smile.
"Hah!" Demes immediately understood Muria's intentions and chuckled.
"Hey, little Evil God, it's recess time!" Muria carefully adjusted the sealing array Demes had set, creating a small gap in the Nebula Chains.
As the gap opened, cursed black tendrils seeped through, radiating ominous energy and attempting to escape.
But Muria's actions had already attracted the attention of many epics and deities. As the Thorn Evil God's aura emerged, more eyes turned toward it.
Sensing these countless gazes, the Thorn Evil God froze. Through its tendrils, it observed the scene: the Desolate Evil God being trampled, the Titans, Seraphim, Dragon Kings, and countless divine avatars watching, and even more presences from afar.
In a panic, the Thorn Evil God retracted its tendrils faster than they had emerged, even tugging at the chains to seal itself more tightly.
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