The God of the Sun of Death looked at the already chaotic battlefield; he was deeply entrenched in the very center of it, whether it was the Gods resurrected from past memories or the players, those self-proclaimed Saviors, storming in with bluster... It didn't matter; he was equally killing them all!
With the Burning Axe in his hands whirling into a blur, numerous players charged at him only to be sent flying with his howling swings. However, these actions were futile for these players, because the first batch cut down into various states of death was used by the following wave of players as invincible shields or "reusable bombs" to be thrown at him again!
Not to mention, from the rear of the players' camp, an endless stream of strange white light kept appearing. Those players who had their accounts obliterated by the God of Annihilation's deletion attack had their accounts rebuilt and had traveled across vast stretches of time to arrive here, all to battle against the Gods!
