Meanwhile, the Dragon God, with its commanding presence, stands supreme above the Ten Thousand Races.
In those majestic dragon eyes, a cold and arrogant light flickers, as if the entire world is under its control, subject to its arbitrary judgment.
At this moment, It displays a wild and domineering demeanor, an unstoppable strength and pressure that leaves everything around in silent dread.
Not a single being dares to oppose those words or actions.
The Beast Gods from various races, who once commanded respect on their own.
But now, they seem like they're being tightly choked by the Death God, unable to escape the slow shadow of death enveloping them.
Their Qi Blood and Spiritual Power, like grains of sand in an hourglass, dissipate little by little, eroded and consumed by time, hopelessly beyond recovery.
Out of the most primal instinct to survive, these once proud and unyielding Beast Gods now bow their noble heads, with eyes filled with fear and pleading.
