[Divine Majesty]
The ethereal divine power, mixed with the stench of blood, erupted suddenly, engulfing all the warriors within hundreds of meters. The suppression from the root of life made them fall exhausted like harvested wheat.
Screams, howls, and wails pervaded the air filled with the scent of blood, the clashing sounds of weapons and armor resonating continuously. The absolute power stemming from the [God] trait was showcased vividly at this moment.
This is the power of God!
Under the divinity, everything else is but an ant!
Ye Mingqiu looked at the fallen warriors with indifferent eyes. These warriors seemed weak and powerless, but in fact, the weakest among them was at the Leader Level, and many were even at the Monarch or Dominator Level.
However, even Dominator Level warriors would still be suppressed by the power of the [God] trait.
His gaze turned toward the white-haired man standing steadily opposite him, Li Jing.
