Does this mean,
If we donāt receive this power, will we be accidentally killed by the Sun God in a moment?
Thatās too exaggerated, isnāt it?
Just as they were in utter shock, Bal slowly opened his eyes after absorbing the vast information and data for thirty thousand years.
The air suddenly trembled.
Suddenly everyone felt the world slightly heating up.
Heat.
Endless heat.
As if it was the ultimate heat when the Cosmos was first opened.
They saw an unforgettable scene in their lifetime, the chaotic sun in the world of the living, unbeknownst to them, was projected across the space into this world of death.
The sun, as if through a transparent window from the world of the living, cast its bright sunlight onto this land of death.
"Even death cannot escape the sunās brilliance."
Empowered by the sun, Balās form suddenly expanded, muscles bulging, and his back seemed to have a delicate, intricate sun pattern scorched by the blazing sun.
"You, you..." Madra was about to shout.
"I heard you were having quite the fun just now?" Bal began to move.
With a grasp in the void, a chaotic long axe appeared in his hand, and with a gentle swipe, his lips parted slightly: "Ruthless sun."
No pressure, no arrogance, like chopping wild grass with ease, the chaos sliced gently, and Madra was instantly severed into two.
"You?"
In the next moment, two more axe swings came.
His entire body was once again split into four parts, his head soaring high.
And the world of death behind him was also split into four bottomless crevices, only slowly healing in the next moment.
The Goddess of Fertility saw this scene and said in disbelief: "So this is the true power of the god responsible for combat and destruction?"
Everyoneās face was filled with unstoppable shock.
The immense power they just received also humbled itself in the face of this terrifying strength, recognizing that they truly were non-combat types of gods.
"Originally, the me who would pass through the Sun God Era in the next thirty thousand years is so powerful."
Bal waved his hand, and the entire sky turned golden.
The sky was like a golden, smooth mirror, as if the sunās sea was suspended in the sky.
A new, gigantic chaotic sun emanated scorching hot rays, shining down on the world of death.
Bal sighed, "Hmm, finally adapted, now I can barely exert one tenth of my power."
Yes.
The few axe strokes he just performed didnāt even reach one thousandth of his power.
Just a simple trial, this monster that could destroy worlds, even the God of Evolution Xiangtuo Mo claimed not to be a match for, was easily hacked to death.
"Madra is dead?" Mandar suddenly stood up with serious injuries, "How could he be dead, he was the sky, the sky!"
"As the world, of course he would be destroyed by Chaos."
Balās face was filled with calmness, "Youāve been pretending to sleep, planning, inciting the world to besiege us; finally, you couldnāt help but reveal yourself?"
"No! No!"
Mandarās face was full of fear and shock, staring fiercely at the tall and majestic man shining with chaotic golden light, incredulous: "How could there be such exaggerated force?"
That was the sky, we are the trial of twelve, how could we die so fast?
What kind of super monster does the future Sun God Chaos Era actually nurture?
This Lord of the Gods is countless times more powerful than God recorded in history.
No, thereās simply no comparison.
Chaos is too powerful.
No one in this world can win against this Sun God; thereās only one way to kill the gods of Chaos, Chaos itself.
Splutter!
In the next moment.
An axe swing sliced.
"Schemes and plots, they too have limits..." Mandar was also cut in half, as fragile as tofu.
"Meaningless." Bal slightly closed his eyes, "If the next era is still ruled by you so-called skies."
"Then the battle will be effortless."
Beside him, the Lady of Death picked up the corpses of two children.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I am death. I will control them, not letting them die easily, and what awaits them next is endless torment."