The God of Light Said Nothing

As if to confirm Qin Chuan's suspicions, the God of the Sky's body took only a moment to adjust before plunging toward the land of the Abyss.

Qin Chuan could see the black tendrils writhing across the God of the Sky's body, making it move and adjust its course.

After a quick calculation, Qin Chuan knew the puppet-like God of the Sky was coming straight for him!

"Old Ma, we've got a tough one." Qin Chuan's voice turned grave. "That old bastard, the God of Light, is fighting dirty. He's using the God of the Sky as a weapon."

Dies Martin was already braced for battle. He had not only prepared himself but also put the other two Demon Gods—the Lord of Pain and the Magma King—on alert. He had even brought the Death Bringer over.

He was not afraid of the God of the Sky turned puppet. He was worried the God of Light might seize the chance to strike as well.

As they prepared to fight, Dies Martin asked, "Did those God-Slaying Bullets of yours expire? How come one didn't blow the God of the Sky away completely?"

When the Tiger God had taken a shot, not even ash had remained. Yet the God of the Sky's divine body was still intact.

Qin Chuan replied, "It did kill him. The God of the Sky has fallen, and even his Divine Kingdom exploded. But the God of Light preserved his body somehow. It's probably those black tendrils. The question is, when did the God of Light do it? I'm starting to suspect the God of the Sky had already been infiltrated before he died."

Dies Martin looked puzzled. "I'll give the God of the Sky his due. He was second only to the God of Light. Could the God