At first, faced with Nalant's low cry of the Ninth Slash of Glory, neither the giant demon god ahead nor the gods in the spectator stands paid it much mind.
After all, Nalant had been using the Ninth Slash of Glory all along before, and its strongest power had only been enough to fight this giant demon god, who had taken one vial of Undying Potion, to a standstill.
And after this giant demon god took the second vial of Undying Potion, Nalant's Ninth Slash of Glory had stopped working, and he had even been directly crushed.
So even if Nalant now used somewhat stronger power, as long as it was not a qualitative leap, this slash still would not be able to turn the tables in the end.
Only, as more and more divine power gathered on the longsword in Nalant's hand, the gods and the giant demon god in the arena finally sensed something was wrong.
The giant demon god's pupils contracted slightly. Feeling the vast might on Nalant's longsword before it had even been swung, he felt disaster was about to descend upon his head.
Because before it was even slashed out, that might was already almost no different from the might of his own blade glow. Then after it was slashed out? What heaven-destroying, earth-shattering power would it become?
Also, this damned human Nalant—how exactly had he done it? Could his strength suddenly multiply so many times too?
He could rely on the second Undying Potion to double his strength once more.
But this Nalant before him—what right did he have?
This was not fair at all!
The Dark Demon God had the impulse to howl at the heavens.
Of course, as he raised his head, his expression froze even more.
For at this moment, above