Gradually, the dense deathly divine power around Nalant wrapped around his entire body, and that Demon God's Body finally manifested.
The Dark Demon God looked as though he had seen a ghost, his eyes bulging as he stared at Nalant's Demon God's Body.
"You... What exactly are you? Why are you a Dark Demon God..."
The Dark Demon God's whole worldview had shattered into dust. A moment ago, Nalant had been a human through and through, yet in the blink of an eye he had become one of them.
Though there were still no small differences in appearance, he had lived for more than a hundred thousand years and had never seen such a bizarre transformation.
"Dark Demon God? No, I'm no Dark Demon God. This is an Undying Body, the body of the God of Undeath, understand?" Nalant shook his head and corrected him.
"God of Undeath? Impossible. The God of Undeath absolutely doesn't look like this!" The Dark Demon God shook his head like a rattle-drum. Although he had only seen the God of Undeath once, at the moment he was created, this Dark Demon God remembered it with perfect clarity.
"No, that's because you've seen too little. The God of Undeath you saw had a horned head and a demon's face, didn't he?"
"That was merely the offspring born from the interbreeding of the demon race and part of the traitorous Undead Clan. I, however, am the pure God of Undeath."
"You were born too recently, so you don't know the original state of our Undead Clan three million years ago. Back then, our Undead Clan actually had faces much like the Creator God's, which is to say, rather similar to humans."
"It was just that the Creator God represented light and life, while our Undead Clan