The flowing light was annihilated, and the gods were utterly defeated.
Even though the Hecatoncheires had held back their strength, the weakest Lower Gods still had their divine bodies explode and died instantly.
Most of the Lower Gods were beaten until their flesh was torn and bones shattered. Their divine souls trembled, and they passed out.
Only a very few powerful Lower Gods fled madly while vomiting blood.
The Magic Servants stared blankly at the scene.
Heaven and earth fell dark, and they had nearly created a new Twilight Battlefield.
There had been more than ten thousand Lower Gods.
The Hecatoncheires Titans truly deserved to be one of the strongest Titan Clan groups.
"Take care of the rest!" The Hecatoncheires crossed his hundred arms over his chest, swept his disdainful gaze across the battlefield, and turned to fade into the darkness.
Wang Dachui spat at the Hecatoncheires' back. "What a show-off! Once I become a High God... Hmm, I still won't be able to beat him. Once I become a Main God, let's see how you keep showing off!"
After a while, Wang Dachui lowered his head and sighed. "Damn, that was so cool..."
Before long, a second batch of gods appeared in the Void Prison.
"Thousands of Mountains and Myriad Seas!"
The Hecatoncheires clapped his hands and turned around, happily muttering to himself, "I controlled my strength pretty well this time..."
Twilight Battlefield, Gods Barrier.
More than twenty thousand Lower Gods of the Twilight Legion disappeared, and then all died in unknown places.
Whether they were gods from the Twilight Legion or the Norse Legion, whether they had participated in the battle or merely watched from afar, they all felt their scalps go numb.
If a Main God had made the attack, everyone could understand. After all, Lower Gods