Chen Shouyi swung the club dozens of times.
He smashed the corpse until it was a bloody, mangled mess and could no longer move, then finally stopped.
Relief washed through him, and he tossed aside the enormous bone club.
With a THUD, the club, weighing dozens of tons, hit the ground, making it tremble several times.
He dropped onto the ground, not wanting to move a muscle. He was utterly drained; all his energy and vitality had been spent in the battle.
Since his fight with the God of Hunting, he had not experienced such a desperate battle in a long time.
Neither the demigod on Small Island, nor the God of the Sea, nor the God of Bloodshed had ever driven him to such despair.
The God of Light's strength had been on an entirely different level from his.
His speed of thought and physical reflexes had both been terrifying.
If expressed in numbers, its Intelligence and Agility were probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, while its Strength and Constitution were around thirty-three.
During the fight, he had been completely unable to fight back. Even after using every trump card he had, he had been thoroughly crushed.
If its divine power hadn't run out while attacking the army, weakening it considerably, he would have died countless times over.
His victory over the God of Light had been pure luck.
"I wonder what level of god it was. Lesser Divine Power? No, probably Medium Divine Power!" Chen Shouyi thought to himself.
His internal organs slowly shifted. A few ribs lodged inside were gradually pushed out, and the bones slipped back into place. His body began healing rapidly. He took off his armor, tossed it into his space, and looked down.
Bloodstains covered his chest, giving off faint glimmers of energy.
It