Because of that, Gorr—whose mindset and emotions had already been somewhat unstable—now went even more insane. In Gorr's eyes, everyone present was his enemy, and he was unwilling to let anyone escape from his hands!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
At that moment, Gorr, who had completely lost his mind, was like a demon possessed, ceaselessly swinging the All-Black the Necrosword in his hand. One ink-black sword ki after another raged through Indigell's great hall, like curses urging people toward death. One god after another turned directly into ash the instant they came into contact with the sword ki of All-Black the Necrosword.
However, Itzamna, who had been targeted by Gorr from the very beginning, had not died under Gorr's earlier strike. The vitality of a Skyfather-level powerhouse was, after all, extremely tenacious. Even All-Black the Necrosword could not kill one so easily, especially while Itzamna still had the ability to resist.
It was just that Itzamna had no intention of getting up or leaving right now. He was playing dead, because he had indeed suffered heavy injuries, and he was worried that Gorr would fix on him again. If that happened, he really would die.
As for now, Itzamna felt he actually had a chance to survive. After all, so many gods had fled outside; perhaps Gorr would chase after them. When that time came, wouldn't Itzamna have a chance to live?
With a crack, just as Itzamna was waiting, a streak of black sword ki was directly shattered apart. This sudden change immediately drew Gorr's attention.
Because among the gods present, even if there were powerful ones, none could clash head-on with All-Black the Necrosword. The strongest among them could do no more than exhaust the energy of All-Black the Necrosword; no one could smash apart its attacks.
Originally, Gorr