Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

But the second half of the sentence made all the Easterners panic.

When the wrath of a saint descends upon mortals, who can bear it?

The little eagle started fanning the flames: "Hehe, feeling the apocalypse crisis now, huh? It's all your God Su's fault, he's the mastermind behind all this."

In the eyes of Westerners, the Dragon Kingdom is doomed and about to be destroyed.

"No one can stop Lord Apsu, according to reliable sources."

"Your sages have all been invited for tea; China has no sages left."

Previously, China had no gods; now, China has no saints.

"Unless, haha, unless your God Su can become a saint."

This statement carries a strong sense of mockery, just like...

Why should a local sage intervene? I can become a sage myself.

The people of Longhu were more united than ever before.

"Don't let them shake your faith. Su Shen is willing to risk his life for us. Our fates are already intertwined, even if..."

Even if he were to incur the wrath of a saint, Su Shen would still remain...

China's eternal god.

Killing Tiamat yielded no results; instead, it resulted in a terrifying backlash, causing his realm to become disordered.

The original Bagua formation could no longer control Apsu, who was facing such a deadly threat.

There is no way to avoid it!

What should I do? I haven't even been resurrected yet, and I'm going to die again?

The aura of death also enveloped him.

On the left and right sides, Kunlun and Penglai only held out for a moment before exploding with a deafening roar, causing the earth to sink.

"You're useless. You've lost your value, you can only..."

"I'll take you with me to Tiamat's grave! Die! Die! Die!"

In his rage, Apsu had lost his reason.

Every move it makes causes all realms to tremble and descend into chaos.

Having exhausted all his trump cards, Su Ming had nothing left to rely on.

At the same time, his black robes fluttered as he prepared to fight Apsu to the death. Su Ming knew that this was due to the bloodlust of his ancestor, but he could not do it.

If he dies, Apsu's evil clutches will inevitably fall on the ancestor, and then everything will be in vain.

Therefore, he still needs to buy some time for his ancestors.

Su Ming flicked his sleeves and faced the terrifying force head-on.

"Words have power, the gods are of one mind, all the gods of China, I humbly beseech you to assist me!"

After the imperial edict was issued, Su Ming took off his black robe.

In an instant, it transformed into a shadow form, and under the onslaught of holy might, it was on the verge of being annihilated.

Fortunately, at this moment, the saint Ra of the ancient Egyptian pantheon came into play.

"Fuck! Even in death you won't stop, even you're going against me."

"Your hatred is directed at the wrong person."

Apsu cursed and swore, wanting to kill Su Ming in one move.

For some reason, Ra's Saint was very well trained.

There was no sign of any backlash.

This is precisely why Su Ming was given his last chance.

His black robes were imposing, and no one knew what Su Ming was up to.

But this time gap seemed to create an absolutely invincible aura, and Apsu could not stop Su Ming.

Finally, Su Ming bit his finger, but what dripped out was not blood.

It is soul fire.

More precious than blood, never use it; excessive loss can be detrimental.

It's tantamount to suicide.

Only when the first drop of soul fire fell onto the black robe did everyone understand.

"There are no saints in China, and the true forms of the gods cannot descend. This is the only way to ask the gods to come to war."

Like the Great Sage, the gods he invited were all just incarnations.

But Su Ming's approach was different; he was... writing about gods!

"Qinglian Hermit, Taibai Sword Immortal, can you come and help me!"

A void stirred, and a beam of azure light broke through the boundary.

"Sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, a single sword's light chills nineteen continents."

"Young friend, my sword is here. Please take my head."

Li Bai's true form couldn't come over, so he could only deliver a sword.

Su Ming bowed in gratitude and then requested, "War God Xing Tian, ​​wielding his axe to pierce the heavens."

"Little one, I've finally come after all this time."

Xingtian sat on Changyang Mountain, cut himself with a sword, and began to follow the path of Xingtian.

Along with Li Bai's sword energy, it was etched into the black robe.

Su Ming wrote furiously, summoning the God of Shooting the Sun, the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming, and even Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Half of the gods who had participated in the Mythical Arena were invited back.

The black robe thus radiated a dazzling glow, transforming into the sun, moon, and stars.

Even with the power of the gods, Su Ming felt it still wasn't enough.

In particular, Bodhi Patriarch, Lingbao Tianzun, and Tathagata Buddha—these top figures have all been on the arena, so why can't we borrow their power...?

If we can't borrow it, we can't borrow it. Perhaps it's fate.

Holding the fully-leveled Xuan Robe in his hands, Su Ming felt a sense of relief.

The ancestor's work is almost finished, but it's a pity that I can't personally drape this black robe over his body.

"Since you love Tiamat so deeply, why don't you go and die with her?"

"If you can't do it, I can help you."

After Su Ming uttered those words, his entire body became ethereal.

It was almost a sacrifice of all power: the power of the gods, the power of all immortals, the shattered holy essence, the Bosi pantheon...

He poured all his energy into that black robe, which gave him, for the first time, the power to truly annihilate a saint.

At this moment, Apsu was filled with nothing but anger, and even his fear was ignored.

It suddenly transformed into an extremely terrifying vortex, sucking away all the laws of the surrounding world.

The black robe in Su Ming's hand was imbued with the power of Sainthood.

But it was still sucked in.

The world suddenly became quiet, and the black hole continued to shrink.

No one believed that Su Ming would be the final winner; that realm was so silent that no hope could be seen.

I thought it would take a long time to see results, but...

But before anyone could react, a tattered black robe fell from the sky.

Alone and desolate, I never saw that shadow again.

“Su Shen, he…”

No one dared to say anything more, but subconsciously they all knew.

Su Shen was defeated, and just like last time, he died a gruesome death...