"You... brat, everything you did just now really was an act?" The Dark Demon God had not expected Nalant to admit it so readily.
First he froze, then his expression abruptly began to shift, finally turning pitch-black.
"You can't quite put it that way. Actually, I was rather hoping to see whether you could turn me into a Dark Creature, but I gave you the chance and you were useless. It's been more than ten minutes, yet I haven't felt the slightest bit corroded!" Nalant continued with a smile.
When the Dark Demon God heard this, he was so furious he nearly spat blood. Thinking of how much divine power and time he had just wasted—if it had been used on other gods, he probably would have reaped results by now.
And so this Dark Demon God could no longer hold himself back. He shouted furiously, "Damned ant of a brat, I'll kill you!"
With that, the long blade in the Dark Demon God's hand chopped toward Nalant.
"Eighth Slash of Glory!" At this point, Nalant naturally had no need to show weakness either, and immediately unleashed the Eighth Slash of Glory.
With a swish, Nalant's powerful sword ray likewise appeared in midair.
"How is this possible? You clearly aren't even a god, so why do you have such powerful strength?"
Seeing the sword ray Nalant had unleashed, this Dark Demon God was naturally somewhat stunned.
Because the might of the sword ray Nalant had unleashed was actually not the slightest bit inferior to his own. One had to know that Nalant was not even a god, and at most could only be called a divine emissary.
"I'm not too sure about that either. But even though they say you can't possess powerful strength without a god's divine spark, I