The heavens and earth were thick with stagnant energy.
Like someone facing a ferocious beast at the top of the food chain, Chen Shouyi stood rigid, his expression grave.
He had killed a severely wounded demigod before, but that was entirely different from facing one at full strength. Only when he stood before one himself could he feel the terrifying pressure of a life-fire that might go out at any moment.
Kaimola hovered in midair, its wings spanning a full fifteen or sixteen meters and swaying gently. A pair of translucent red claws, like rubies, glittered with a cold gleam, while an invisible power radiated from its body.
It looked down at him with haughty eyes, patiently waiting for the human's answer.
The barbarian gods of the Otherworld were nothing like the aloof deities of human mythology. Faith was the source of their power, and mortals were sheep they tended.
Every barbarian god ruled as a feudal lord.
The powerful gods were emperors, with vast human realms and countless followers.
As for demigods, they were merely lords of some little corner of the world, struggling to stay above the poverty line.
Without a mind for management, it was impossible to grow strong and survive.
And the smaller the territory and the fewer the believers, the more carefully one had to manage it, working hard to make the tribe flourish.
A powerhouse on the verge of becoming a legend was a rare sight even in the Otherworld. That was enough to make him a formidable warrior. At least, among the tribes under its control, no believer was stronger than this one. If it could be persuaded to submit, it would be an enormous asset.
Killing it would be such a waste.
All was silent around them.
Under the pressure of the