A Broke Wretch

"Showing off your axe before Lu Ban!"

Kolan sneered, having sensed the soul attack from his opponent.

However, this soul-attacking technique was far too crude and far too weak.

It posed absolutely no threat to Kolan.

As a mid-level god of death, he was far more proficient in soul attacks than Delkang, a mid-level god of earth.

Right now, Kolan was completely confident that he could kill Delkang.

The only reason he hadn't killed Delkang yet was that he was reluctant to end it so quickly.

He wanted to temper himself and grow stronger.

"Damn it! You actually dare to use me as a whetstone!" As they fought, Delkang realized Kolan's scheme and was instantly overcome with rage.

He, a dignified mid-level god from Hell, was actually being used as a whetstone.

This was nothing short of a massive humiliation for Delkang.

Enraged, Delkang's attacks became increasingly frantic.

He completely disregarded the consumption of his divine power.

One must know that for a god, divine power is not infinite; it is limited.

It was just that in battles between normal gods, the outcome was usually decided so quickly that the total amount of divine power did not play a significant role.

An hour later, as Kolan improved, Delkang could no longer launch any threatening attacks against him.

"Die!" Kolan lost interest.

He slashed out with his blade.

Blade collided with blade.

A surge of gray energy ignored Delkang's surface defenses and plunged directly into his body.

Delkang shuddered, his eyes rolled back, and his entire body collapsed.

He had been unable to withstand Kolan's soul attack and had fallen.

Kolan took his divine artifact, godspark, and interspatial ring.

He stored the divine artifact and godspark into the interspatial ring, then dripped a drop of blood onto the ring to claim ownership.

Seeing the blood-binding succeed, it meant that Delkang no longer had a Saint-level original body or any other divine clones.

"Hm? So this is Ink Stone? How poor, only one thousand Ink Stone!" Seeing the thousand black stones the size of fingertips inside the interspatial ring, Kolan muttered to himself, "It seems this Delkang came from Hell."

Ink Stone was the currency used in Hell.

Aside from the thousand Ink Stone, there were only a few pieces of ore.

Kolan felt secretly disappointed; this was far too poor.

After resting briefly to recover, Kolan set off again a month later to find his next opponent.

His next opponent was a woman. She was very beautiful but cold, radiating a chill as if she were a block of ice, and she wielded a silver whip.

She was a mid-level god of the water element!

As soon as they clashed, Kolan realized that this woman was not skilled in offense; her material attacks were quite average, but her defense was excellent.

The whip moved like a water python, launching attacks from time to time, while her defense relied on continuous ripples of water to deflect force.

Very peculiar!

This was the first time Kolan had fought a god-level expert who cultivated the Laws of Water Elements, which was completely different from when he was a Saint.

Kolan was a bit unaccustomed at first, but he gradually began to adapt to her attacks and defenses.

The battle between the two lasted for three days and three nights.

Finally, as if the woman had lost her patience, she transformed into a large, water-blue python.

This woman was actually a divine beast!

The water-blue python was covered in blue scales, its body over ten meters thick, and as for its length, it was a full three thousand meters!

The cold air radiating from its body was bone-chilling.

Soon, Kolan discovered that in its divine beast form, its defensive power had increased significantly, and its offensive power had also risen quite a bit.

Its snake body was very slippery, and many of Kolan's attacks were deflected away.

"Roar~~"

At this moment, the water-blue python opened its mouth wide.

It unleashed an astonishing suction force, attempting to swallow Kolan whole.

"Hm? An innate divine ability!?" Kolan raised an eyebrow and immediately utilized his fused divine power, forcefully breaking free from the water-blue python's suction.

The water-blue python's move reminded Kolan of the innate divine abilities possessed by divine beasts.

Some divine beasts possessed innate divine abilities, while others did not. These innate divine abilities varied in strength and nature, each unique.

Clearly, the innate divine ability of this water-blue python was on the weaker side.

Not to mention comparing it to the God-Devour innate ability of the God-Eater Rat, Kolan estimated that it was far inferior to the innate ability of the Ba Serpent as well.

"Boom~~" Kolan slashed out with his blade, but the blade failed to cleave through the python's scales.

However, the true power of this strike lay in its soul attack.

"Ah~~" The python let out a miserable shriek.

It then plummeted from the sky and crashed onto the ground.

Its aura of life faded rapidly.

Soon, there was no sign of life left.

Kolan retrieved its divine artifact and interspatial ring, then waved his hand to store the python's corpse inside his own interspatial ring.

There was no time to study it now; he would examine it thoroughly after leaving the Necropolis of the Gods.

Saint-level magical beasts were treasures from head to toe, and divine beasts were even more so.

The scales could be used to craft armor, the meat was excellent, and even the blood of a divine beast was a precious commodity.

After dripping blood onto the interspatial ring to claim ownership, Kolan quickly checked the items inside.

There were two thousand blue stones, each the size of a finger, yet they contained energy that made one's heart tremble.

Kolan guessed that this water-blue python came from the water-style Divine Plane, and those blue stones were likely the common currency of that plane, though Kolan did not know what they were called.

Not in a rush to leave, Kolan began to recover his divine power.

Even within the Necropolis of the Gods, one could draw divine power from the Ocean of Divine Power, no different from being on the Yulan Continent.

A month later, Kolan went to find the third opponent on the thirteenth floor, who was also the final one.

This opponent was a thin, gaunt youth dressed in black robes who cultivated the Laws of Darkness and excelled in concealment and assassination.

Unfortunately, under Kolan's soul power, he had nowhere to hide.

With a single strike, Kolan slew the thin youth.

Although this thin youth was a Median God, his physical body was truly mediocre; while he was skilled at concealment and assassination, such tactics were completely useless in front of Kolan.

Just as Kolan finished off the thin youth, he saw the High Priest and the War God.

The two of them saw Kolan and acted as if a mouse had seen a cat; instead of coming over to greet him, they were startled and hurriedly flew toward the passageway, retreating back to the twelfth floor.

Am I really that scary? Kolan muttered to himself.

He was clearly a very kind person who had always gotten along well with others and never schemed to harm anyone.

Now, it seemed he had been painted as some sort of great villain.

Shaking his head, Kolan collected the divine artifact and godspark into his interspatial ring, dripped blood on the ring to claim it, and found three thousand Ink Stone and a few pieces of ore, but nothing else; he was just another poor wretch.

Furthermore, this thin youth was neither a divine beast nor a special lifeform, just a human who had cultivated to the level of a Median God.

Kolan arrived at the entrance leading from the thirteenth floor to the fourteenth floor, where there was a similar circular platform; this time, the number of Soul Gold Beads had increased to twenty.

Kolan revealed a smile, and although he secretly complained about Beirut being stingy, he picked up the Soul Gold Beads and began to absorb them.

These Soul Gold Beads were easy to absorb, instantly transforming into soul essence to strengthen his own soul.

The sensation of his soul rapidly growing was so pleasant that Kolan couldn't help but let out a sound of comfort.

This state was truly wonderful; he felt as though he were becoming addicted to it.