Fortunately, Trigo felt he was more than enough to deal with Nalant, and he immediately said to his subordinate, "Hurry up and finish off those human gods. You don't need to bother with this brat. I can handle him myself!"
"Yes, my lord!"
When that enormous demon god heard this, he did not come over to surround and attack Nalant, but instead continued preparing to finish off the God of Hunting and the others.
Nalant and Trigo, meanwhile, one chasing and one fleeing, headed even farther into the distance.
When the God of Glaciers saw this scene, his heart sank to the very bottom.
The moment Nalant had first appeared just now, he had indeed amazed him. Cutting down an enormous demon god with a single sword strike—it had been simply like a main god descending into the world.
But afterward, when all the Dark Demon Gods consumed the Undying Blood and became enormous demon gods, his surging excitement instantly vanished.
After all, with more than a dozen enormous demon gods, no matter how formidable Nalant was, it was impossible for him to help them break out of this encirclement.
And the truth was exactly so. Although it looked like Nalant had dealt with two more enormous demon gods, the problem was that there were still six on the field, and another one was already chasing Nalant so hard that he had begun to be unable to cope.
Then what awaited them next could be imagined.
He immediately looked toward the God of Hunting. "God of Hunting, do you think we still have any chance to escape?"
The God of Hunting answered very simply, shaking his head. "Escape? Absolutely impossible!"
"..." For a moment, the God of Glaciers's heart went cold, cold as ice. "Damn it, then aren't we dead