God can only fear God who is stronger than Them.

Unlike the God of Light, the Gray Feather God's body is actually a thing composed of gray feathers in the entire firmament.

To use a less apt analogy, it's like a blanket full of feathers.

Among the feathers, there is an existence between flesh and other special substances.

Other than that, He didn't have eyes, nose, arms, wings, or any other organs.

It's just the polymer of this special flesh and blood.

It is not appropriate to say that He is a living being, and it is not appropriate to say that He is not a living being.

Such an existence, if placed on the earth, must be extremely incredible, but in this already incredible world.

It's another thing that's too normal to be normal.

Two strange and strange things that could not be called human in any way, but they have become gods that people have always believed in.

The reality is often so ridiculous.

In a way, there is no essential difference between them and the so-called alien gods.

Whoever is stronger will occupy a higher position.

Such things, since ancient times, have been like this.

As gods, they themselves are well aware of this.

It was the circumstances of this moment that reminded them of the images that were buried in the depths of their memories and thought they had long been forgotten.

It seems to be irrepressibly emerging from my mind.

At that time, they were just giving birth to their own consciousness.

For the first time, I saw the coming of that consciousness.

It was only a brief moment of contact, and they knew that it was not an enemy they could deal with.

Or rather, they themselves are just beings that have evolved from the wreckage of the lower levels of existence.

And where can it be opposed?

This realization has accompanied them for a long time.

Until they continued to grow, and even became the gods of gray feathers and light, and became the gods of many human beliefs.

Their hearts can't help but produce a kind of arrogance.

To put it simply, they are a little inflated, thinking that their strength is already very strong, and only they are worthy of being each other's enemies in this world.

But at this time, that consciousness came to this world again.

They thought they should have the courage to resist, but when it came time to actually face Him.

They realized that they were wrong, and they were wrong!

In the face of the abyss-like pressure, the fear in their hearts intensified.

Sometimes, ignorance is a kind of happiness.

Ignorance means that you know that He is terrible, but you don't know how terrible He is and what is so terrifying - just like an author who has just written a book, and when he sees someone's book, he thinks, "Ah, can this kind of book be popular?" "Wouldn't it be okay for me to go up with me?" , but as you gradually have a certain level, you will become more and more aware of how powerful the author is, and how rubbish he is.

Their mood is very similar to this.

It is precisely after he has a certain strength that when he faces him again, he finally understands the gap between them.

If you really want to find an adjective, it's like a drop of water facing the entire ocean in front of you.

I felt my smallness again.

That powerlessness..... It is deeply engraved in the depths of their minds, and it is estimated that they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.

And at this moment, this feeling is flooding again!

A black mist spreads silently through the air.

The canopy of heaven enveloped them.

It was obvious that the gray feathers that came into contact with the black mist, and the light emitted by the light clusters, seemed to have been digested by something special.

Constantly melting in the air.

So much so that the intense pain was transmitted to the souls of these two righteous gods.

This kind of pain, of course, will not be the kind of pain that is physical.

It's the kind that tears the soul directly, as if to tear them to pieces bit by bit.

Even gods can feel pain—after encountering extremely strong injuries.

But in the face of this kind of injury, neither the Gray Feather God nor the Light God had the slightest idea of resisting, and just let such a thing happen.

Not even the slightest movement was made.

Because thousands of years ago, they were already crushed on the ground over and over again like ants, but they were not completely wiped out before they could play.

At that coming, they saw the fall of countless alien gods.

There are some of them whose strength is not much different from them.

It is because they understand a truth - when facing this person, if you don't resist, you may not die, but if you resist, you will definitely die!

They would rather gamble on the slim odds than resist.

Are they cowardly?

They are the two righteous gods of this world, and their status and strength are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Normally, it is the people who face them who show this kind of cowardice.

But who has allowed them to meet a being far greater than them?

[I haven't provoked your followers before.....]

The Grey Feather God exuded such emotions.

He and the God of Light, after Bai Chuanqing unexpectedly did not come once that day, did not choose to attack Bai Chuanqing's followers, because of this concern.

They even took the initiative to order the [Hunter] to reduce the number of actions during this time, just to prevent accidentally provoking the existence of that person.

It can also be seen from this how much they are afraid of Bai Chuanqing!

But they still didn't expect that even without any provocation, He would come back to this world and attack them.

If they have human emotions, I'm afraid they must be a little aggrieved, right?

[We didn't provoke you at all.....]

It's just that in the process of being torn apart, they suddenly realized that the other party now seems to be different from the last time?

Imbued with a special aura, as if controlled by something?

But is there anything that can control Him?

Even if they were skeptical, they were still in a state of trembling, and where could they think too much about anything.

Fortunately, this torment, like tearing, did not last long.

His gaze did not linger long on these two strange gods, and shifted to other places.

The two gods were relieved that they had not completely disappeared from the world, even though they had been greatly damaged.

His focus shifted again, across houses, over woods.

Before coming to a high mountain.

On the high mountain, under the altar, there stood one black-robed man after another.

Their expressions were like madness.

Because every black-robed person can feel in their hearts that their gods have descended on their side!