Mini Theater:
Feng Rulang: Old Chen, the entrance at the back hurts so much. You're a healing-type soul master, so help me treat it.
Chen Ming'er: That's an exit. If you keep calling it an entrance, it'll definitely hurt a lot afterward.
And now, Tang San was using the Rakshasa Trident through the entrance behind the Evil God King to devour his divine power and flesh.
The Evil God King was completely weak. His eyes rolled slightly upward, and he felt as though his entire body had become utterly transparent, utterly incapable of resistance.
After roughly five seconds of deadlock, the God of Evil recovered. A fifth of his divine power had been drained away, and he immediately flew into a rage from shame, blasting Tang San away with divine power.
"Tang San! I want you dead!"
The God of Evil glared with his eyes wide open, frantically driving his divine power and unleashing his ultimate move, determined to kill this hyena.
Tang San's previous assault had been like that of a mad dog. As for which dog it was, no one said.
A massive amount of Evil Divine Power poured down as though it cost nothing. Tang San, swallowed by it, immediately let out a pained howl.
Miserable screams echoed through the Colosseum. Seeing Tang San in such a wretched state, the Evil God King's legs were trembling. Blood still dripped from his wound, and his gaze toward Tang San contained nothing but endless killing intent.
Tang San was tortured to death once, twice, three times. Every time, he had wanted to kill him. Only then did he realize something was wrong—this opponent could revive infinitely?! But it was already too late.
More than half of his divine power had already been consumed. At the same time, Tang San