"Ah, no! There's too much divine power! It's out of control!"
Then, under everyone's gaze, the long blade in Nalant's hand suddenly began to shake violently, and the dark divine power atop it started spilling away.
Nalant's expression changed. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately threw the long blade away.
With a rumbling boom, the next instant, the long blade crashed to the ground, blasting a huge pit into the hard stone floor of the arena.
Silence!
In an instant, the entire arena became so quiet one could hear a needle drop.
Whoosh!
Only after a long moment did the whole arena finally erupt into noise, and most of it was naturally roaring laughter.
"Haha! I'm dying of laughter! Did this Dark Demon God come here to amuse us? His long blade actually went out of control!"
"Haha, as expected of the Shame of Demon Gods. Divine power going out of control—this is the first time I've ever seen it. I never thought he could actually manage it."
"Exactly. This Dark Demon God deserved it. Who told him to be so smug? Haha!"
Amid the jeering laughter from the stands, the protective barrier over the arena finally vanished. Seeing this, the referee immediately went to the human god's side and protected him.
"This duel is won by the Dark Demon God Aodebiao."
"Damn it, why did it turn out like this? I was clearly just a little short of killing him, just a little short of proving the glory of our Demon God race." Hearing the referee's words, Nalant picked up his long blade with an incomparably ugly expression, his face filled with regret.
However, the referee had already announced the result, and the protective barrier had vanished as well. He had already lost any possibility of killing again.
"Hmph,