Everywhere was silent.
The entire world, the gods, and even the Universal System itself was silent at what Corey had achieved.
A mortal killing a God's Incarnation?
Utterly incomprehensible.
The gods stared at Corey with a completely shaken expression and wide eyes.
The sight of Corey with his glass clawed hands standing over the corpse of the incarnation of the God of Blacksmiths was one that was forever scarred into their minds.
It was something they never expected.
Although the God of Blacksmiths had extremely poor combat experience, he was still a god.
Even if he was in his incarnation's body, a mortal should not be able to kill him.
A mortal should not even be able to harm the hair on his skin.
The difference was just far too much.
Only Immortals could claim to battle a God's Incarnation one on one, and such a battle would even be difficult for the battle.
