The gods' faces changed drastically at the sight, and without the slightest hesitation, they all twisted around and began dodging.
They were not Nalant. If that Dark Demon God's slash struck them, they would probably only be able to wait tens of thousands of years before reviving again.
And when the Dark Demon God saw the reactions of these human gods, he naturally became even more smug and arrogant.
He said with a sinister laugh, "None of you will get away. Stop wasting your strength!"
As he spoke, his long blade had already been raised slowly to its highest point and was about to come chopping down.
"Heh, Dark Demon God, you should stop worrying about them and worry about yourself first!"
Just then, a soft laugh suddenly came from behind the Dark Demon God.
"Hm?" The Dark Demon God was startled, and he immediately turned his head to look behind him.
After turning around, he saw that damned brat, who had originally been lying on the ground coughing up blood, so badly wounded that even getting up was difficult, had already risen to his feet.
The longsword in his hand was raised high above his head, white divine power shining upon the blade, and a smile even hung at the corner of his mouth.
How did he look even half like someone gravely injured? "You... weren't you supposed to be badly wounded?"
If the other gods had all been deceived by Nalant's acting, then only this Dark Demon God had, because of the tremendous confidence brought by taking Undying Blood, directly assumed that Nalant had been heavily injured.
Because under a blade slash of such power, if it had been his previous self facing it, he absolutely could not have withstood it either.
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