Zhao Fu's words made the three of them freeze stiffly in place. If they made even the slightest move, they had no doubt Zhao Fu would kill all three of them outright.
Pure Water forced a dry smile onto his face. "My lord, I am also willing to hand over my divine power. Please spare me and my sister."
Zhao Fu gave a soft acknowledgment and turned his gaze toward the remaining two.
The purple-robed young man's expression was unsightly. He truly did not want to submit to anyone, but this person was far too terrifying. Under the pressure of Zhao Fu's gaze, he could only obediently say, "I am also willing to hand over my divine power."
Seeing that the other two had yielded, the burly young man no longer cared about saving face and also expressed his willingness to hand over his divine power. He thought to himself that Zhao Fu was so powerful that he was certainly no match for him; only his elder brother could defeat Zhao Fu.
Seeing even three people who were so powerful and of such extraordinary status obediently condense their divine power, the others naturally became even more compliant and did not dare resist in the slightest.
Thus, a strange scene appeared: several hundred gods stood obediently in the sky, each extending one hand as boundless divine power gathered in their palms, forming balls of divine power that radiated different lights.
The spectators in the stands were also greatly astonished. They did not understand why Zhao Fu wanted nothing else and only robbed the divine power of so many gods.
They still did not know what Zhao Fu wanted this divine power for. If Zhao Fu did not appear before them, all images concerning him would be blocked, leaving them unable to