Even if they wanted to flee, the evil gods had nowhere to run!
Through gift after gift from the world, these wandering evil gods had continuously grown stronger, while their origins had gradually fused with Evil God Paradise. They had become the masters of Evil God Paradise, like its bodily organs. Once the Full Moon Gate closed, they could go nowhere.
Though Evil God Paradise was vast, it was merely a medium-sized world. For either side's legion, sweeping through it once was nothing.
Upon the blazing crimson head, four narrow eyes gleamed with icy savagery as they gazed toward the Shadow Bone Dragon's skull.
Though it had merely been a casual strike, that weak little thing had actually escaped alive from his Purgatory Furnace. It had some ability after all, and this only made Aibadon feel that the war had become more interesting.
With a beckoning gesture, the Purgatory Furnace, transformed into the blazing sun of Evil God Paradise, swallowed the Shadow Ancient Dragon's body and refined it, strengthening the furnace as it grew. Yet although this Purgatory Furnace was no ordinary object, it was simply too enormous and cumbersome. There would be quite a long interval during this process.
The Shadow Bone Dragon had been right.
At present, before King Aibadon had gathered a powerful legion of Purgatory Giants, this brief gap while the Purgatory Furnace was out of his hands was his comparatively weakest moment. Once he assembled his mighty Purgatory Giant legion, the evil gods present would likely have no more chances.
The instant he launched the furnace was when his power was at its strongest. With the furnace no longer in hand, his strength plummeted. The Shadow Bone Dragon truly deserved to be called a powerful creature that had lived through countless ages; after returning from