I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?

If Aysa had still been at her peak, then even the pig-headed man’s sudden attack wouldn’t have been enough to leave her in such a sorry state. With her sharp senses and immense magical power, she would have been able to withstand it.

But her level had dropped far too much. Her body and soul had both suffered heavy damage. In her current weakened state and distracted moment, she was like a mere sandbag, unable to defend against such a brutal blow. Her aura grew even more feeble and dispirited.

Now, with her strength in free fall and her physical condition worsening, she was no longer a match for Make and the pig-headed man.

This kind of power gap was no longer something she could make up for with Sacred Vestiges alone.

Seeing Aysa crash into the town square, the pig-headed man chuckled coldly and raised his hand. Dense bone spikes gathered into a massive claw, sweeping toward the townspeople below, ready to crush them into bloody pulp—then swallow them whole.

But just as his bone-studded hand reached for the townsfolk, time and space abruptly froze.

Leaves that had been falling from the sky hovered in midair, suspended by an unseen force.

The insects fluttering through the town froze like petrified statues.

And the pig-headed man’s outstretched claw stopped in place, unmoving, like some terrifying and grotesque image frozen in time.

Then, a golden divine pressure descended from the heavens, so mighty that even time and space groaned under its weight.

A majestic figure cloaked in blazing flames appeared in the golden sky—instantly capturing everyone’s attention.