Hmph!
At this, the Rakshasa God let out a cold snort and stared gloomily at Zhao Xuan. He really was arrogant. Did he truly think he had them all figured out?
It was true that a First Generation Deity possessed formidable combat power, but he could not possibly be a match for four deities, even if Zhao Xuan had attained the position of a first-class deity!
Her pale hand tightened around the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, as though doing so would deepen her connection with its body. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe, engraved with countless patterns, flickered with a dim purple glow as evil aura continuously seeped from it.
The remaining Evil Gods swiftly formed up as well. A tiny pitch-black bead appeared in the Dark God's hand, blacker than the purest darkness in the world, exuding an unfathomable air.
Meanwhile, a brown whip appeared in the ugly old man's hand. One end was thick and the other thin, with no clear beginning or end. It looked like a vine, even sprouting tender green buds.
The gray-skirted girl was the most surprising of all. Under Zhao Xuan's gaze, her body swelled as dull gray fur grew over its surface. In an instant, she transformed from a delicate, adorable girl into a giant ape over two hundred feet tall.
"Truly remarkable, but there's no cute contrast here."
After praising her, Zhao Xuan shook his head regretfully. Then, his gaze fell upon the God of Death, and he smiled. "You look like the easiest one to deal with here, so I'll start with you."
The God of Death's expression changed drastically. He immediately retreated, fleeing behind the Rakshasa God and the others.
Buzz!
At that moment, the space around Zhao Xuan suddenly trembled. Layer after layer of ripples pressed toward him, surrounding and imprisoning