Azimu looked up at the gray-robed man in terror, then dropped to his knees in the void, trembling with fear.
The gray-robed man flung his sleeve with a touch of exasperation. His body turned into countless strips of gray cloth and scattered through the air. But soon, wisps of gray mist condensed once more, reforming his figure before Azimu.
Staring fixedly at Azimu, the gray-robed man said coldly, "Tell that fool in black robes that if he fails, he can slit his own throat! He has already botched several matters, especially the capture of the Celestial Sprite Clan elders. I am extremely dissatisfied! If he cannot even handle a pack of pets, then let him die!"
Azimu again fell to his knees in terrified submission. The gray-robed man dissolved once more, and this time, he never reappeared.
Far to the east, directly in line with Donkey's huge mouth and that flying carpet, A Shinu was clutching over a thousand heavy weapons and roaring himself hoarse as he hunted down a group of Pishi Divine Clan gods fleeing in panic in golden armor. Behind A Shinu stretched a road of death formed from divine corpses and godblood. At least tens of thousands of gods lay forever upon that road.
Amid furious, frantic curses, A Shinu caught up to a Pishi Divine Clan High God. He swung his weapons, unleashing hundreds of thousands of attacks in an instant, battering forth like a storm. As he carved up that unfortunate Pishi Divine Clan High God as though mincing meat, A Shinu showered every god of the Ashir Divine Clan and the Temple of War with the foulest greetings in the tone of a street thug.
A faint streak of black light spanned the void. A Shinu, who had been hacking away madly, suddenly