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The gods who were just clamoring about rule-based suppression were now pale. Even the caduceus in Hermes’s hand was trembling slightly.

”Why?”

Ares’s voice was dry as he stared fixedly at the red-robed figure feasting below. ”Thanatos’s scythe clearly struck. That was a harvest of the Law of Karma. As long as the concept of ’life’ exists, it’s impossible to be exempt. On what grounds is that Eastern fellow unharmed?”

The gods fell silent.

This was also what they couldn’t understand. The reason rules were called rules was because of their absolute nature.

”Because within that red-robed ghost-god’s Domain, Thanatos does not possess the status of a ’God’.”

A low, cold voice broke the silence.

Zeus remained seated upon the highest throne.

He did not show anger, nor did he lose his composure like the other gods. As the King of Gods, his eyes held only a heart-chilling rationality and coldness.

”We made a mistake.”

Zeus’s fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest. ”We have been using power and attributes to measure our opponent. But the Eastern nation... they place more importance on the jurisdiction and system of divine offices.”

”In that red-robed ghost-god’s Domain, the authority of death is governed by a strict system.”

”Thanatos lost because he has a persona.”

Zeus slowly stood up, his thunderous robes billowing with a destructive aura. ”Because he has a persona, he can be judged; because he has a physical form, he can be captured; because he considers himself a God of Death, he is viewed by that Judge as a malicious ghost taking the law into his own hands.”

”In that case...”

Zeus’s palm turned over.

In his palm, a pitch-black box had appeared at some point.

The moment this box appeared, the surrounding brilliant divine light instantly dimmed, as if the light itself was being swallowed by it. Even a God of War like Ares instinctively took a step back the moment he saw the box, deep dread showing in his eyes.

There were no patterns on the box, only countless fine cracks, with a void deeper than the night seeping through the gaps.

That was a Forbidden Ground that even the gods were unwilling to mention.

It was also the bottom level of the prison where the Titans, and even older existences, were confined.

”Since the administrative system suppresses you, then cease being a god.”

Zeus’s voice held no emotion, as if he were about to discard not a primary god, but a used rag.

”Return to the primal state.”

”Let death return to its original form—no good or evil, no reason, only the end.”

Zeus let go.

The black box fell.

...

On the arena, Zhong Kui was preparing to rip off Thanatos’s remaining leg to use as a toothpick.

Although this ghost-thing didn’t taste great, it was still condensed from Divine Power. Eating it made his belly feel warm, which was somewhat beneficial for repairing his golden body.

*Burp—*

Zhong Kui gave a satisfied burp and was wondering if he should ask someone for a couple bowls of wine to help his digestion.

Suddenly.

The hairs all over his body stood on end.

An aura that made him extremely uncomfortable was falling rapidly from above.

It wasn’t Demonic Qi, it wasn’t ghost qi, it wasn’t even Evil Qi.

It was a kind of pure emptiness.

”What filthy thing is this?”

Zhong Kui instinctively looked up. Before he could see clearly what it was, the pitch-black box had already slammed into Thanatos’s mangled remains beneath his feet.

There was no explosion.

No roar.

Only a faint hum.

”Buzz—”

Thanatos, who had been on the verge of death after being eaten by Zhong Kui and couldn’t even struggle, suddenly let out a shriek that didn’t sound like it came from a living creature.

”Ugh... ah...”

The sound was shrill, like a Soul being violently torn apart and reconstructed, making one’s scalp tingle.

Next, under the gaze of billions of eyes, Thanatos’s mangled body began to melt eerily.

Yes, melt.

His pale bones and deep blue Soul-fire, upon contact with the substance flowing from the black box, rapidly disintegrated and collapsed.

”What’s happening? Did the God of Death self-destruct?” The global audience was in an uproar.

But soon, the gasps of surprise turned into terrified intakes of breath.

Because that pool of melted substance didn’t dissipate; instead, it was like a nightmare regurgitated from the deepest part of Hell.