The Evil God of the Martial God Hall cast a single glance.
High above the heavens.
Tens of millions of lightning serpents writhed.
Swiftly converging into an incomparably terrifying giant hand.
It gave the void a light swat.
The horrifying lightning wind directly blasted Old Master and Second Master apart, shattering their flesh and sending them flying millions of miles.
They crashed to the ground.
Old Master and Second Master returned to human form.
Gravely wounded, they coughed up blood in great mouthfuls.
Under the Evil God's casual strike.
More than half of the two demons' fleshly bodies had been destroyed, and most of their souls had been extinguished as well.
They were clearly beyond saving.
"B-Boss, as expected of a god. This... damn it, we really can't beat him!" Second Master spat out a mouthful of demon blood containing crimson radiance. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, with more breath leaving him than entering him.
He had once roamed through endless ages, nearly invincible in the human world.
He had originally thought that with a desperate strike, he could at least touch a god.
Who would have thought that not only had he failed to touch even a single hair, he had been swatted to death like a demon fly!
He sighed inwardly.
As expected of a god.
Even merely an incarnation was like heaven and earth itself, beyond all desecration.
"Second Bro, I'm... sorry. I got you killed. If I hadn't... wanted to cling to Lord Yama's thigh back then and dragged... you into serving Young Master, you... wouldn't be dying now!" Old Master was covered in blood as well. Looking at Second Master, his eyes were filled with guilt.
Although he and Old Master often bickered and belittled each other, Second Master was still