But how could he know that this was exactly the effect Nalant wanted?
If the Dark Demon Gods who had died by Nalant's hand with the same thoughts before could see this scene, they would definitely cry and say that this damned, shameless human brat was starting to trick people again... oh no, trick Demon Gods.
And so, under the Dark Demon God's attacks, Nalant dodged and shifted, darting this way and that. After a full ten minutes, Nalant had already become breathless, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
The Dark Demon God was not having an easy time of it either. Originally, because he had wanted to corrode Nalant, the divine power in his body had already been consumed by nearly half.
Now, after ten minutes of battle, he had expended nearly another half on Nalant.
As a result, the dark divine power he had left was only a little more than one-third.
This was something the Dark Demon God had never expected. After all, with his strength, if he were dealing with other human gods, it would have been enough to destroy one or two of them already.
Yet the human brat before him had not been killed by him, and had not even suffered any serious injury.
Of course, this brat was the inheritor of the God of Glory, so it was not especially strange that he was harder to kill.
The Dark Demon God still remembered that more than a hundred thousand years ago, the God of Glory, who had been known as the strongest god in this World of Gods, had killed many of their kin back then.
At this moment, seeing Nalant panting for breath and his face already turning pale, the Dark Demon God revealed a vicious smile.
"Brat,