Zhao Fu also noticed that deity. Turning to look at her, his pupils dilated, and an invisible force swiftly struck toward her.
Bang!
The deity failed to react in time and was instantly blasted away. She crashed to the ground, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
By then, the other deities had all rushed before Zhao Fu. They poured immense power into the weapons in their hands, which radiated intense light and gave off a terrifying aura.
The many deities were about to attack Zhao Fu from all directions at once.
Zhao Fu's expression did not change much. He stretched out one hand, pouring vast power into the seven-colored rune ring. The ring shone brilliantly and began to spin rapidly, emanating a dreadful force.
Boom!
Zhao Fu pushed forward, and the seven-colored rune ring, carrying terrifying power and moving with thunderous force, spread outward in every direction.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Explosions rang out as the deities rushing forward were sent flying one after another. They fell to the ground with traces of blood at the corners of their mouths.
The seven-colored rune ring dissipated.
The scene fell deathly silent. The many deities lay on the ground, glaring at Zhao Fu with unsightly expressions.
The countless citizens also stared at Zhao Fu in shock, not making a single sound.
They had only one feeling now: "How could the person before us be this powerful? Even when a group attacks him together, they hold no advantage."
However, they would not admit defeat so easily. They had only suffered minor injuries and still had the strength to fight.
"Ah!"
A burly man holding an iron hammer leaped forward into the air, erupting with all his power as a formidable aura spread through the sky.
The burly man poured