Belut looked somewhat disappointedly at the group gathered before him.
Everyone across from him was either wearing Battle Armor or holding a weapon.
"It seemed you had made a decision I didn't like..."
Belut spoke in an eerie tone.
"Cut the crap, Belut." A tall, silver-haired man with four arms shouted sharply from the crowd. "We know you're strong."
"With us..."
"Too noisy." A black shadow flew into the crowd and returned to its original position in an instant.
Bang! The silver-haired man fell to the ground.
Belut held a freshly obtained Divine Spark in his hand. "At a time like this, you still had so much nonsense to say..."
Belut's move immediately put everyone on guard.
"Everyone, be careful. Attack together..." Fortunately, they were all battle-hardened experts. Though they were shocked by Belut's speed,
none of them froze. They instantly attacked Belut from all sides.
For a moment, Belut was tightly surrounded by everyone's attacks, seemingly about to be torn apart...
Some even showed a trace of delight in their eyes.
However, the result seemed different from what they had imagined.
Belut first dodged several attacks, then casually swung the Long Staff in his hand. Yet with that single swing, nearly all the remaining attacks were directly scattered.
The few residual shockwaves could only lightly stir the hem of Belut's clothes.
At this moment, two of the attackers sensed that things were going badly. They gradually reduced the strength and frequency of their attacks, slowly letting the others shield them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! As the others charged at Belut once more, two figures instantly broke away from the crowd and flew toward the Teleportation Array at high speed.
Seeing this, Belut remained amid the siege, but a mocking smile still curled across his lips. Then the phantom of a God-Devouring