Without divine power protecting his body, under such a powerful impact, he simply could not stop the long blade from stabbing in.
"That works too? That shameless Dark Demon God's luck is way too good, isn't it?"
"Exactly. Why would such a shameless Dark Demon God be favored by the Creator too?"
After they reacted, the gods in the spectator stands instantly exploded into an uproar.
After all, just now, after Nalant had been sent flying, he had propped himself up on the ground several times but still failed to get up again, as if he had exhausted his divine power, and had also suffered no small amount of injury from the impact.
When the time came, as long as that Blue Lizard Demon could stand up, it could walk over to Nalant and use those sharp claws to kill Nalant itself.
And Nalant had no weapon in hand, plus his movements were inconvenient. Even with a shield, there was no way he could block it.
This was a once-in-a-thousand-years chance to kill that shameless fellow, yet this Blue Lizard Demon's luck was so bad that it had actually flown straight onto the long blade, and so precisely at that, stabbed directly into the area around the heart on its back.
"Damn it, he actually killed the Blue Lizard Demon!"
In the Devil Race stands, seven or eight Devil Race members also shot to their feet, their expressions incomparably ugly.
If Nalant had been powerful, that would have been one thing, but he was clearly the shame of the Dark Demon Gods, so weak that he could only rely on that shield made from his own race's husk to dodge and wear his opponent down.
Yet now, because of an accident, one of their own had been killed, allowing him