Chapter 426

A single thrown spear had nailed a weak divine power to death. That might not sound like much—after all, weak divine powers were more or less the lowest rank among true gods. But viewed from another angle, the gravity of the matter became clear.

Nearly half the gods in the Pantheon were weak divine powers.

In other words, at least roughly half the deities in the Pantheon would be unable to withstand Void Mask's seemingly casual spear throw and would be struck down in a single blow.

Moreover, the "weak divine power" that had been killed was actually far stronger than an ordinary weak divine power. Its true body was a being of lesser divine power. Killing it in one strike meant that most lesser divine powers probably could not block that attack either.

What did it mean to go from weak divine power to lesser divine power?

It meant that most of the gods in the Pantheon were utterly helpless before that giant jellyfish. If a fierce battle truly broke out, more than half the gods in the Pantheon would be nothing more than cannon fodder to him.

Cannon fodder.

At the thought of that term, the faces of the gods hidden in the dark clouds—most of them lesser divine powers—became bitter as coptis.

They had always stood high above all others, freely raining disasters upon mortal beings. Though there were times when fortune turned against them and they were chased down and beaten, generally speaking, they had been lofty, grand, and extraordinary.

Yet now, Sui Xiong had shattered the pride in their lofty hearts with a single thrown spear.

That spear had not only killed the God of Corruption's most powerful avatar, forged with countless painstaking efforts, but also blasted away nearly all the evil gods' confidence.

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