And as that blade ray drew closer, Nalant's body also began to feel as if it were sinking into a mire.
Before, he had always been the one using this method to keep enemies from escaping. Now, clearly, he had run into the same situation himself.
However, Nalant had long since had a sense of this in his heart. After all, it was an undead avatar. If its attack could be ordinary, then that would truly be seeing a ghost.
So he did not plan to flee too far. He only needed to shift around behind the few giant demon gods.
Facing that horrifying blade ray, the few giant demon gods showed not the slightest intention of dodging. They still knelt there on the spot, continuing to mutter like fools, utterly ignoring the blade ray's arrival.
"Look, quickly! That black-red light over there!"
"Hiss, is that really a blade ray? What the hell cast that thing? A blade ray like that could probably shatter the Divine Continent with a single slash, couldn't it?"
At the same time, the gods of the Alliance of Gods, who had already fled several miles away, heard the commotion in the distance and finally could not help turning their heads to look.
When they saw that terrifying red-black blade ray, everyone's eyes went wide, and their gazes were filled with fear and shock.
Although the God of Hunting did not speak, his heart likewise sank to the bottom of the valley.
With such tyrannical and terrifying might, even though he had the greatest confidence in Nalant, he could not help but give rise to doubts.
"I hope President Nalant will be safe and sound!" the God of Hunting murmured a couple of times, and for the moment he no longer planned to continue fleeing.
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