The God of Mist looked at the radiant aura in the sky, and any small schemes in his heart completely dissipated.
The level of an Upper God was fundamentally different from what he had imagined. The God of Mist had always thought that even if an Upper God was stronger, the difference was limited. But now, feeling this pressure, he knew it was not the case at all.
If he were to face an Upper God, even one not countering his attribute, he would still struggle to withstand a single move.
"No wonder it was said before that only Upper Gods are true gods. Turns out, it's true."
Reaching the level of an Upper God meant breaking past original boundaries, and the gap had become enormous.
In Fang Jie's eyes, the power an Upper God could exert was already akin to the power that normal gods from other places could display. This was still due to the world's suppression, but divine level is ultimately divine level.
