The Soul Gathering God had seen plenty of scenes littered with corpses.
But he had rarely seen so many High Gods lying dead in his lifetime.
What the Soul Gathering God found most unbearable was that the one who had acted right in front of him and killed so many High Tier Upper Gods was not some expert far stronger than him, but a twenty-year-old junior whose Divine Power Level was merely Geng Grade.
That was even more devastating than being defeated by a stronger expert.
"How is it, mighty High God? Shall we keep going? You don't seem to have much Divine Power left. If we continue to play against each other, I'll have to throw out a few more skills to finish you off. Still, that's not much trouble for me. I've got plenty of skills. Take a look and see what type you like—I'll satisfy you."
Looking at the young man before him, the Soul Gathering God seemed to see his own arrogant self from not long ago.
Should he curse Lin Yi for being too arrogant, or praise the kid for being so considerate that he even let Juhun choose what kind of attack would finish him off?
The Soul Banner in his hand gradually became heavier without him noticing.
Juhun knew very well that this was because his fighting spirit was continuously fading.
He did not know whether there was any point in continuing, and there were no spectators around anyway. If he admitted defeat now, it did not seem all that humiliating.
After all, only he knew about this.
Feeling the abundant Divine Power and Primordial Beginning flowing through Lin Yi's body, and sensing his almost entirely undiminished, bottomless Source Power, an unprecedented sense of despair rose from the depths of his heart.
He