"How about it, God of Waves, and all the rest? You should behave yourselves now, shouldn't you?" He blasted all four of them down onto the ground.
Nalant still wore that unhurried smile on his face.
"You... How did you become so powerful? You don't even have a powerful godhead!" The God of Waves and the others lay on the ground, yet they could still barely speak.
"Who said you had to have a powerful godhead to be strong?" Nalant smiled coldly.
"Besides, it's time you told me what exactly happened. Where are my people?"
"I hope you'd better not have dealt with those subordinates of mine. Otherwise, I will tell you all very clearly that I do not mind using the lives of several gods to pay tribute to my subordinates!"
"They're not dead. None of them are dead. We only locked them up temporarily!"
Hearing this, the God of Frost hurriedly spoke up.
Fortunately, their previous goal had been to deal with Nalant and the Lightning Legion, so after capturing Flame City, they had not carried out any further slaughter.
Not only had they been worried about causing even greater chaos and provoking more resistance, they had also been afraid that too strong a stench of blood might attract the attention of Nalant, who could return at any time.
Thus, compared to taking down the entire Flame Continent, letting these subordinates of Nalant's live a little longer for the time being was not a big matter at all.
"Is that so? I hope that's the case!"
Only then did Nalant feel slightly at ease. He then looked toward the God of Hunting and the other gods. "My fellow gods, I didn't expect something like this to happen today. I can only apologize to you all for neglecting you!"