The nether guard looked at the flames that came from all directions. Terrifying heat emanated from these flames, burning the sky and boiling the sea. They contained extreme destructive power.
There was no other way to block their escape routes other than to fight them head-on.
All of them roared in anger.
In the face of death, they didn't dare to hold back. They used their abilities, not hesitating to harm their origin. They used all kinds of ultimate techniques one after another, attacking the God's flaming world. They wanted to block this attack together.
Although they had the advantage in numbers, it was not enough.
As the deity's flaming world descended, they were burned into nothingness amidst their hopelessness, fear, and helpless cries.
He waited until the flames disappeared.
All the nether troop members had disappeared as if they had never been there.
The Golden Book of Creation continued to accumulate.
