The gods had died.
Their divine forms, which once radiated supremacy over the world had been reduced to ash and whispers of golden dust.
But as the skies cleared of cracks and chaos, the battlefield remained far from peaceful.
The divine mana... the very essence of the gods... refused to dissipate.
Instead, it was absorbed by the earth like poison, inflicting a curse upon the world below.
The ground started to crack and crumble away, transforming into lifeless wastelands.
The lush forests that once surrounded the plains withered and decayed.
Rivers dried up... turning into barren trenches, while the creatures of the land fell lifeless. Their bodies, rotting away at an unnatural speed.
The air thickened, a stench of death spreading far and wide as life itself succumbed to the wrath of divine power.
But Ye Tian didn't care about any of it.
