"Hmph. Why don't you see whether that brat can still slash out another strike? I'm afraid before he even finishes gathering his divine power, he'll be coughing blood and dropping dead, haha!"
The God of Undeath, however, gave a cold laugh and refuted them.
And the Dwarven Lord God truly did not have the confidence to argue back, mainly because Nalant below coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood in succession.
"Haha, damn brat! Let's see you keep pretending here. Now you've finally been exposed, right? You nearly made me believe you!"
The Giant-Armored Demon, who just a moment earlier had already been thinking of surrendering to save his life, immediately grew excited when he saw Nalant's condition.
Because there was absolutely no way Nalant's blood-spitting could be faked, and after Nalant had been forced by him to expend so much divine power earlier, by rights he really should be drained at this point. After all, even his own divine power was already running low.
"Giant-Armored Demon, who said I have no divine power left? If you've got the guts, come and try me. Next, I can slash out the Ice Divine Slash. When that time comes, the scales on your body won't protect you anymore, and your time of death will have arrived!" Nalant wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sharp as he stared at the Giant-Armored Demon, without the slightest trace of guilty weakness on his face.
Seeing this, the Giant-Armored Demon was already certain Nalant was bluffing.
This was the so-called sunk cost. The Giant-Armored Demon had been locked in by Nalant step by step, had put in so much effort, and was like a gambler who wanted to win it all back.
Seeing this, Nalant immediately raised the longsword in his