The underworld fell into an eerie silence, bound to itself.
No underworld gods emerged from the depths, and nothing stirred.
The entire underworld was completely sealed off—not only the underworld but also the heavens and the earth.
God Wars were ongoing, with each deity focusing on their own affairs. As long as they maintained their ground, it all felt casual.
This situation rendered the entire underworld strangely quiet.
However, the return of the underworld itself did not significantly impact the outside world. At this moment, massive changes were unfolding beyond its confines, as if the external realm was undergoing a monumental shift.
"Um?!"
Amaterasu frowned slightly and whispered, "Susanoo, have you noticed that the resistance from hell has weakened significantly lately?"
Susanoo, wielding the ten-fist sword, nodded. "It's a peculiar situation. The entire hell has indeed weakened considerably. It seems they are planning something. The powerful gods are gradually retreating, leaving only the weaker ones behind."
Amaterasu agreed, "We need to remain vigilant and continue our observations. Since they've chosen to gamble, they must possess absolute certainty of victory. We cannot afford to be careless."
"I understand!"
Though Susanoo is often viewed as a violent god, he is far from foolish. In fact, he possesses a keen intellect and is quite wise. He recognizes the strangeness of the situation in hell and understands that the other side's behavior is highly unusual.
Therefore, it's essential to consider all aspects of the unfolding events carefully. If not handled properly, the situation could spiral into trouble.
Amaterasu, Tsukiyomi, and Susanoo, these three gods, are resolute in their desire to prevent any mishaps. For them, relinquishing their hold on power is absolutely unacceptable.
However, if Yan Mo were aware of these developments, she would likely be laughing uncontrollably. She never anticipated that, with the transformation into a Primordial god, she would usher in her own return.
As a result, the entire underworld was immersed in the process of strengthening itself. The outcome? The three divine beings sensed something brewing, believing that hell was preparing for a major shift. And yet, they began to restrain themselves, waiting to see what the other side was plotting.
It's as if they were unwittingly delivering the goods to his doorstep. The three gods cannot be faulted for their line of thinking; after all, they are uncertain of the outcomes. This uncertainty compels them to remain cautious.
The initiative has always rested in Yan Mo's hands, and they dare not be careless, for the consequences could be dire. Thus, the three deities need to consider and analyze every issue thoroughly. Any lapse in caution is strictly forbidden, as the stakes are incredibly high. When the divine battles between heaven and earth fell into this strange trial phase, the greater world of Greek mythology faced its own turmoil.
Thunder and storm intertwined, unleashing a terrifying force that seemed poised to tear everything apart.
Ice and fire, storm and thunder.
This was the domain of Typhon, the ultimate Titan god. At this moment, clad in his special armor, known as the Vajra Clothes, he faced Zeus.
Zeus's expression was indifferent, yet his body crackled with vast thunder, his eyes radiating endless terror and brutal killing intent as he stared at Typhon. "Typhon! The last Titan god, you should have chosen to hide like a mouse, patiently waiting for your demise! Yet you dare to confront me—do you long for death?"
His indifference was laced with arrogance; Zeus exuded a commanding presence, radiating confidence. He believed himself untouchable.
Heaven and earth!
I am the sole ruler!
This was Zeus's mindset in that moment. He held immense self-assurance, convinced that none could rival him—a testament to his prideful demeanor.
"Hehehe"
Typhon chuckled softly, maintaining his composure. "Zeus! Just as I suspected—arrogance! Such a fitting description for you. What a pity! Your strength and your arrogance are entirely disproportionate. You're too weak. If this is all you possess, then it is I who should take the throne of the so-called God King..."
"Very well!"
Zeus's eyes flared with endless thunder as he spat, "Let me witness your divine power—how dare you speak to me so?"
With that, countless bolts of lightning erupted from Zeus, their fury aimed directly at Typhon. The tempest roared, threatening to engulf him entirely.
Typhon remained unfazed, opening his arms wide as he unleashed a torrent of thunder in response. He commanded endless icy light, matching Zeus's ferocity.
The clash of godly thunder and magical thunder erupted in a spectacular explosion.
In an instant, everything around them was obliterated, yet to the two god kings, it was merely a minor inconvenience. They regarded each other, this exchange merely a preliminary skirmish—not a true confrontation.
Or rather!
In this exchange, they aimed to gauge the other's divine strength.
Zeus smirked slightly. "So this is the extent of your power? Typhon, it seems you are hardly noteworthy."
Typhon reciprocated with a smile, shaking his head. "That sentiment is what I wanted to express. You, too, are hardly impressive! But that's of little concern. Allow me to demonstrate your true strength. It appears the position of God King is destined to be mine."
The test was concluded, and the time for genuine conflict had arrived. The two god kings would unleash their full might—not a mere trial, but a battle for survival. This was Typhon's intent, as well as Zeus's duty to defend his throne.