Of course, there were names like Beirut or something similar.
But after Hermes confirmed it, that possibility had long since been ruled out.
"Demons! This man has a Demon Medal too. He must have deliberately hidden his soul aura."
Dozens of Middle Gods had perished in the blink of an eye. Hermes's display had completely shocked everyone.
Except Trist and Bamer.
They had seen Hermes punch the Purple Crystal Monster Leader to death. They had also witnessed a Sovereign God descend and personally promise him privileges equal to those of a Paragon.
They were already numb to it all.
So what if he had only killed dozens of Middle Gods from the Eighteen Families?
Even if Hermes slaughtered the Eighteen Families Alliance, or seized control of the Purple Crystal Mountain Range,
Trist and Bamer wouldn't be all that surprised, because Hermes had the strength to do it.
Leis Jing had said it himself: with Fourfold Fusion, Hermes's Material Attack would reach the Paragon level.
Although he hadn't yet achieved true Four Mysteries Fusion, neither of them would doubt that.
"Wuuu~!"
The High God blew the Unicorn Whale Horn even more urgently.
"Rumble~!"
The Golden Space suddenly expanded, instantly enveloping an area several thousand meters across.
"Come here, you~!"
Hundreds of Eighteen Families Soldiers stood stunned, their jaws dropped, as an irresistible force sucked them in.
They flew straight toward Hermes.
Then, in a bizarre twist, they were drawn directly into his Golden Fist Shadow.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It didn't matter what level of armor they wore, or how strong they were.
One punch. Always one punch!
Every Eighteen Families Soldier drawn toward the Golden Fist Shadow—
No matter how terror-stricken their eyes were, no matter how their hearts trembled—
They all took just one punch!
Blood, Divine