A figure appeared behind the purple-haired god—it was Zhao Fu. Zhao Fu's arm had transformed into countless pale roots, which pierced into the purple-haired god's back as an immense surge of demonic aura continuously flooded into his body.
The purple-haired god was not weak either. The godhead within his body continuously radiated power, trying to resist the corrosion of that terrifying force.
At this moment, the purple-haired god also discovered who stood behind him. Sensing Zhao Fu's aura, his face carried a trace of fear as he begged, "Divine Lord, I was wrong. Please spare me this once. I am willing to offer all my women to you—they are all exquisite beauties as well."
When Shang Ling'er saw Zhao Fu appear, a smile immediately bloomed on her face, and her tears stopped flowing.
Zhao Fu snorted coldly and thrust out a hand. An even greater demonic power poured into the purple-haired god's body. "Not only will I not spare you, your faction is mine as well. Your women will also be mine."
The purple-haired god's heart sank, and his face turned pale. At this moment, he felt as though Zhao Fu had become a completely different person—cold, forceful, and domineering, utterly unlike the gentle and friendly man from before.
Though he had sensed the aura of many women on Zhao Fu, he had never imagined that Zhao Fu would not only seize his faction, but refuse to spare his women as well.
Thinking of his faction falling into Zhao Fu's hands and his women gasping delicately beneath Zhao Fu, he let out an enraged roar and desperately unleashed the power of his godhead.
Boom!
A thunderous boom rang out as the purple-haired god's body radiated an intense purple light, beginning to resist the demonic power invading his body.
Zhao Fu's