The gods and goddesses watched in horror as two of the strongest gods in the history of the Greek pantheon were defeated with effortless ease.
It had taken Zeus his entire power just to defend against a single punch from the Emperor of Ouroboros, and even then, he failed to block it completely.
A gaping hole had been torn through his solar plexus.
As if that was not enough, he was now being consumed by the [Sacred Flames of Torment], screaming at the top of his lungs as he writhed uncontrollably.
He felt the agony of being burned alive, yet never truly burning, forced to endure every ounce of pain without the mercy of death.
It was far more torturous than the flames of even the deepest pits of hell.
Even the god Ares was nothing more than a joke, an ant easily crushed beneath the Emperor's heel.
He lay on the ground with a look of utter disdain frozen on his face, the hands that had once crushed countless powerful warriors now detached from his body.
