Hearing the dragon's roar rise from below, the God of Death and the Rakshasa God wore terribly grim expressions. Though they were powerful, the Thunder Dragon formed from Purple Gold lightning was no easy opponent.
"What kind of lightning is that?!"
The Dark God turned to face the lightning. Looking at the Thunder Dragon charging toward him with its enormous jaws agape, he could not help but shout.
Even the annihilating divine lightning wielded by the Thunder God and the destructive lightning wielded by the God of Destruction fell far short of this terrifying lightning.
"How would I know?!"
The Rakshasa God replied irritably. Zhao Xuan was a freak; every power he possessed was incredibly strange!
Seeing White-Robed Zhao Xuan about to reach the Plague Lord, the Rakshasa God flashed in front of the Plague God and swung her right fist, colliding viciously with White-Robed Zhao Xuan's fist. Terrifying shockwaves instantly spread outward. Even with only one arm left, White-Robed Zhao Xuan's strength was not something the Rakshasa God could withstand.
The Rakshasa God's body shot back dozens of meters. Rakshasa demonic patterns flickered across her dark purple armor, dissipating the excess force.
"No, we can't fight here. He clearly made preparations before we arrived. If we continue fighting, the situation will be very unfavorable for us."
The Plague Lord's somewhat irritated voice sounded from behind the Rakshasa God. The Rakshasa God nodded with a gloomy gaze.
White-Robed Zhao Xuan's lone right arm hung at his side, a faint smile still on his face as he stared straight at them.
"Death, find a way to destroy this illusion realm!"
The Rakshasa God's lips moved slightly as she transmitted her voice to the God of Death hidden in the distance.
The God of Death nodded and began searching through the illusion