"Oh? You're not stupid after all!"
When the Dark Demon Gods saw this, they immediately grew wary, then all scattered apart.
As for the Dark Demon God who had just been blasted away, though there was blood on him, he was still at peak strength after all. He had merely been wounded, and his combat power had not weakened.
"Attack this human brat together! Don't give him any chance. Drain his divine power dry!"
The Dark Demon Gods ignored Nalant's verbal provocation and instead began to surround and attack him with great seriousness.
Fortunately, perhaps because these fellows could not bear to part with the precious Undying Blood, they had no intention of using it immediately.
Seeing this, Nalant was in no hurry either. These fellows wanted to drain his divine power, but wasn't he also thinking of draining their dark divine power?
And so, Nalant began entangling himself in a drawn-out fight with these fellows.
The Dark Demon Gods all kept very far away from Nalant, at least seventy or eighty meters.
And their blade lights came cleaving from every direction.
Yet the target Nalant could attack was only one, which made him look very passive.
After all, with enough distance, these Dark Demon Gods could barely dodge Nalant's Eighth Slash of Glory.
Fortunately, Nalant's movement speed was also extremely fast, and these Dark Demon Gods did not have the abnormal binding power of rules that the Glory Sword Slash possessed. Thus, he stubbornly avoided taking even the slightest injury.
"How is this damned brat so strange? He's clearly only a divine envoy, but this speed, this attack power—he's already no weaker than any one of us alone!"
"No need to overthink it. This brat is dead today. There are five of us and one of him. Could his