The eight who refused to surrender were not so lucky.
The God of Void Avatar emerged from the Void right in the middle of them.
All eight Wild Hunter True Gods turned at once and finally saw what the avatar looked like.
Then they noticed that the avatar held the edges of a Void Rift in both hands, pulling the space before it apart as though tearing a sheet of paper.
"Void Collapse."
With the Void Avatar at its center, space within a radius of several hundred kilometers collapsed.
It was not an explosion or a crushing force. Space itself folded, forcibly compressed into a single point.
The eight Wild Hunter True Gods had no chance to resist. They were folded straight into that point.
A second later, space returned to normal.
Eight neat piles of equipment and Divinity Fragments floated in midair.
From start to finish, it had taken less than two minutes.
Of the twenty-three Wild Hunter True Gods, twenty were dead and three had surrendered.
Duo Long's legs had gone weak.
He had spent his life doing business and traveled far and wide. He had seen countless grand spectacles, even watched True Gods fight, but he had never seen anything this absurd.
Two avatars, one controlling blood and the other tearing space. Together, they were a perfect meat grinder.
The Blood God Avatar slowed and controlled their targets; the Void Avatar finished them off.
Ordinary True Gods stood no more chance against them than fish caught in a net.
"Those are avatars?" Duo Long's voice shook. "Why are they so strong? How can they possibly be this strong?"
Meanwhile, Qin Chuan casually slid Moment of Utmost Darkness into the sheath at his lower back.
The fifty-odd Normal True Gods before him had fallen into complete disarray.
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