The Archduke of Blood slowly gathered his power, gripping a blade made of blood in one hand while pointing towards the sky with the other.
Boom!
Suddenly, a bolt of thunder struck down.
Its might shook the entire sky, and in an instant, the hellish red above was swept away! The offensive forces created by several gods were instantly shattered.
The three gods were forced to retreat, struggling to maintain their balance.
In the end, the lightning did not cause any harm; it merely transformed into silver serpents that coiled around the massive form of the Archduke of Blood.
Ultimately, the lightning morphed into a suit of armor, empowering him. Instantly, the presence of the Archduke of Blood surpassed that of any divine-level entity present. As the thunder flashed, the remaining five in the air all retreated in a panic.
And this seemed merely a prelude to a singular technique.