Perhaps the steady stream of energy flowing into his body was the reason.
Chen Shouyi keenly noticed that, while in Giant Transformation, his mind recovered extremely quickly.
His mind had been drained just half a minute ago, yet now he could already use it again for a brief moment. It might not last even 0.12 seconds, but without a doubt, this was his last chance.
Inside the space in his mind.
A six-meter-long spear glimmering with a faint silver light floated quietly, giving off a soft glow. This was the Four-armed Giant's heirloom weapon. Ever since he had stored it in his space, he had never used it again.
Chen Shouyi frantically defended himself against the other's torrential attacks. Though he was less than half the other's height, he could muster almost as much strength, showing that his instinctive defenses were far stronger than the other's divine body.
And then there was the armor he wore.
With fists and feet alone, it would be difficult to kill him quickly.
"Evil creature, though you possess a powerful body, you cannot understand the greatness of a true god. Six hundred and fifty-three million, six hundred and fifty thousand believers ensure that my divine power will never run dry." The God of Light suddenly spoke. Light and shadow flickered across his body, and a dangerous aura gradually spread.
Chen Shouyi's heart clenched. His mind wavered, and a heavy punch slammed into his head, sending him flying like a shooting star.
The God of Light hurried after him, seized his leg, and, before he could react, smashed him hard into the ground.
Boom!
A mushroom cloud burst open.
But the god didn't dare keep swinging him around. He struck and withdrew at once; their strength was nearly equal, and one careless blow from his