Their Hope Of Winning This War, Didn’t Exist

"This is more like it!" Owuo smirked as he transformed into a one-eyed giant, with long white hair flowing behind his back. 

He looked like a combination of a Cyclops, an Ogre, and a Demon, whose fangs protruded from his mouth, making him look ferocious.

The God of Death, who was also hailed as a Destroyer, was a God that enjoyed killing mortals. Seeing that his prey was charging towards him made his blood boil as the power of his Divinity slowly rose to the surface.

"Will, I'll deal with Owuo," Sun Wukong stated after seeing the God's transformation. "He's a handful, and I'm the only one that can contain him. You deal with that Fire Giant over there."

"Got it." William had already set his sights on Surtr before the charge even started.

He and the Fire God had a history, and among the three Gods of Destruction, the one he wanted to fight the most was Surtr.

The Fire Giant had killed his wives Wendy and Chiffon in their past life.