Looking at Nalant, who stood motionless where he was dozens of meters away, the God of Saxton's eyes were already filled with killing intent, and the long blade in his hand had been raised before him.
Then the God of Saxton approached Nalant step by careful step.
Only when he finally arrived four or five meters from Nalant did the God of Saxton stop, then closely observe Nalant from head to toe.
Clearly, the God of Saxton was extremely cautious. Even though he felt there was a very high chance that Nalant had already fallen into a defensive battle within his sea of consciousness, he still would not let down his guard.
After watching for a while and finding no flaws in Nalant's expression or movements, the God of Saxton suddenly said, "Nalant, stop pretending. I know you're putting on an act with me. Come on, now. Let us properly finish this final battle!"
When his words fell, the God of Saxton remained vigilant again, holding his longsword and keeping his guard up for a full twenty-some seconds. Finding that Nalant still gave no response, he finally settled down.
"Hoo. Looks like this fellow really has fallen into defending his sea of consciousness. But the problem is, why is it that after twenty or thirty strands of demonic power have already been sent into his body, he still shows no sign of injury?"
Thinking this, the God of Saxton, who had now completely relaxed, finally continued approaching Allen, and at last stopped one meter away from Allen.
At such a distance, the God of Saxton only needed to thrust his longsword out slightly to directly pierce through Nalant's head.
"No matter what, this Nalant must die today. Even if there is a risk of being exposed, this is the only