Buzz~
The angel's ultimate move, which requires a long time to build up and is seldom used in battle, begins to gather slowly.
At this moment, the entire sky of the underworld is shrouded in the aura of justice.
Some hiding natives feel the aura in the sky and involuntarily start to pray.
They hope for justice to descend, but their hope can only remain as hope.
This justice has already fallen, at this moment it represents... Hell!
The sharp aura is constantly building up in the sky and within the ice.
The roars of the Fierce Sun gradually fall into decline, Siel slowly props up their body, a hint of black appearing in their distinct black and white eyes, leaving only silence in their fallen gaze.
The solid ice is melting, and the melting ice water instantly vaporizes, turning into a special gas, consuming the God's power.
Flames, extreme cold.
The breath of the God is also declining, along with that increasingly dangerous Soul Blade.
