"No!" When the Dark Demon God saw this, he roared in fury.
"Heh! It's mine now. So, what other tricks do you have left, Dark Demon God?" Nalant sneered at the Dark Demon God.
"I... I sur—"
The Dark Demon God knew he no longer had any chance of victory, and immediately shouted the word surrender.
As long as he was given a chance to live, this pair of arms could still be restored by relying on the Lord God of Undeath.
But before he could finish, Nalant's longsword had already risen. Nalant had been prepared for this long ago.
With a flash of cold light, there was a pfft, and before the Dark Demon God could finish shouting, that massive head had already shot into the sky.
"Tsk, tsk. Sorry, but you have to die!"
With a thud, the Dark Demon God's head smashed straight onto the stone floor, those scarlet eyes staring wide, unable to close in death.
"Damn human ant! You actually dare to insult our Dark Clan!"
Nalant's obvious rule-breaking naturally drew furious glares from the Dark Demon Gods on the platform.
In particular, Nalant putting that sacred Undying Blood into his own pocket was, to them, an act of blasphemy against their faith.
Unfortunately, Nalant did not care in the slightest. Instead, he raised the Dark Demon God's head and loudly declared, "Dark Demon Gods, I hope all of you run into me, Nalant, next!"
Whoosh!
"Nalant is mighty!"
"The human race is mighty!"
Hearing Nalant's domineering provocation, the already excited arena instantly boiled over.
After all, the Dark Demon Gods had been provoking the human race all this time before, yet the human race had no way to respond. But now, at last, Nalant had appeared—a member of their race with absolute courage.
"This