"It's no use snowing, don't you forget you're not my opponent?"

The false God shook his head. He was standing at the top of the true God. The snow-drifting God just achieved the true God. How could he be his opponent?

With the pressure of emptiness and emptiness, the power of time quickly wrapped up the snow-drifting God. The snow-drifting God felt as if there was a force pulling her into the torrent of time.

She is the Supreme God, who has removed herself from the torrent of time, immortal and indestructible. Once pulled back into the current of time, she is not really God.

She finally knows why Pan...