Upon hearing this, Pontus's brow, which had been relaxed, suddenly furrowed tightly, as if twisted together by an invisible hand. His handsome face was now contorted with extreme shock, and an expression of disbelief quickly overwhelmed his rationality and composure like a tide.

His eyes, as big as copper bells, widened to the point where they seemed about to pop out of their sockets. His mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, and a terrified scream emanated from his throat: "What did you say?! How is this possible..." The sound was deafening, as if it could break through the sky and make the whole world tremble.

However, before he could finish his words, Su Yan interrupted him again with another smile. His smile seemed relaxed, yet it held a lingering, elusive mystery. He slowly spoke, "This is the truth. They've all perished, not a single one remains! Now, in this vast world, only a few of you, the first generation gods, remain, like candles in the wind, barely surviving!"

Upon hearing this, Pontus' eyes widened, almost to the point of bursting. Then, his expression shifted from initial shock to rage, a blazing fury that seemed capable of burning everything to ashes. At the same time, he swung his right hand violently. A flash of cold light appeared, and an enormous trident suddenly appeared in his hand!

"You, you ignorant fellow, how dare you speak so arrogantly! Believe it or not, I will immediately turn you into ashes!" Pontus roared angrily, the trident in his hand flashing a chilling cold light.

Facing Pontus's threat, Su Yan simply smiled, a smile filled with both confidence and disdain. He replied nonchalantly, "Don't you believe it? I think you can experience it for yourself. It won't take long before you understand whether what I'm saying is true or not."

Pontos gritted his teeth and looked down into the distance. He closed his eyes and quickly sensed the truth in Chen Mo's words.