Chu He felt an overwhelming pressure, like a landslide, wash over him, threatening to crush his very soul.
His heart tightened. Left with no choice, he gritted his teeth and abruptly cut off the flow of life force.
Only now did he truly understand that Amaterasu had not been exaggerating.
The power of those Upper-Rank Gods was terrifying to the extreme. A single glance was all it took to annihilate Lower- and Middle-Rank Gods as easily as crushing an ant.
And he was just a mere mortal.
Even if he was considered strong among mortals, he was as insignificant as a drop in the ocean before the wrath of a true Deity. He had no room to resist, left completely at their mercy.
Xu Fu, who had been standing to the side like a silent, observant statue, listening quietly to everything, suddenly moved.
He opened his mouth, and a beam of light—as pure as white jade and bright enough to illuminate the darkest night—shot out.
