Though the man called himself a god, after being injured, he looked no different from a "human."
When his palm was pierced, he bled just the same.
Drops of golden blood began to fall. Compared to ordinary blood, this golden blood looked far more dazzling and brilliant.
Clearly, even when injured, the man was still maintaining the dignity of a "god."
"Playing god and pretending to be a ghost!"
Ning Han snorted coldly as he looked at the golden blood.
The man's golden blood was not because he had transformed his blood into divine blood.
Everything before them was merely a sleight of hand.
The long spear exerted force, trying to pierce the palm before it.
A murderous glint flashed through his eyes. The man responded by merely raising his left hand.
His left hand began to move, growing larger and larger as it did.
Despair flickered in Ning Han's eyes as he watched the giant hand come toward him.
He had already used all his strength, yet in the end, he had only managed to pierce the man's palm.
The spear tip had only broken through the skin of the palm before instantly becoming stuck.
Let alone threatening the man's life, he could not even pierce through the palm before him.
Without giving Ning Han any more time to react, the man's left hand had already reached him.
The enormous palm swept over and struck down fiercely.
"Boom!" "Bang!"
As the palm swung, Ning Han was sent flying in an instant.
This attack from the man did not merely send his opponent flying.
Terrifying power erupted, and the things on Ning Han's body began to be stripped away at rapid speed.
First came his clothes, then his skin and flesh...
In the blink of an eye, he had been