Countless pairs of eyes were fixed above, staring at Sterl, who appeared before Silver Moon Wolf God like a bright moon among fireflies. His presence evoked a myriad of emotions—shock, awe, fear, and even admiration.
Especially among the soldiers of Orichalcum, the fervor in their eyes was palpable. They had been utterly captivated by Sterl's power. He had single-handedly turned the tide of battle on numerous occasions: exterminating the five Ashen gods who surrounded him, destroying millions of monstrous legions, and even withstanding an entire legendary army led by over a dozen gods. His strength had led to their downfall and collapse!
Now, he dared to face an upper-level god, and what was more, Silver Moon Wolf God had acknowledged him as a true opponent—this was a level of recognition that none of them had ever imagined, yet it had happened to Hades. It was like living mythology, etched deeply into the hearts of everyone present.
