Even if a higher god was badly injured, killing a lower god was still a one-hit matter. Therefore, neither side's lower god legions dared covet the Main God's corpse. They could only focus on killing more of their own kin to gain more energy and rewards from them.
Before long, casualties began appearing among the lower god legions. Without teammates to assist them, nearly every battlefield had become a one-on-one duel.
Those defeated were killed on the spot, while the survivors immediately pursued nearby enemies. As a result, casualties among both sides' lower god forces continued to mount.
The battle among the higher gods was no better. Of the eleven brothers, seven had already been severely wounded and fallen to the ground. The remaining four protected the injured on both sides and did not dare fight without restraint.
Doria and Kansins still had the strength to fight, but not much remained. Just as both sides felt they could barely continue, Lu Yang suddenly stopped channeling energy into the purple bead.
"Father is dead~!" Doria, Kansins, and the others all showed excited expressions. The next moment, the four of them desperately fired purple beams at one another.
Exhausted, they could no longer evade each other's attacks. All of them were struck by the beams and collapsed, yet Doria and Kansins still struggled to crawl toward the valley, hoping to seize the Main God's corpse.
"Pfft~!" The sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh rang out.
Doria felt a searing pain in the back of his neck as his divine soul rapidly began to fall apart. He turned around blankly, only for disbelief to fill his eyes.
"Pantheus, wh-why you?" The shortest and most cunning-looking eleventh brother smiled as he withdrew the longsword from Doria's body. "You idiots. I'll be taking Father's