Black blades surged forth like a violent storm, repeatedly passing through the ranks of the divine soldiers and piercing their bodies.
For ordinary people, the world was this cruel. Divine soldiers were indeed far stronger than mortals from the Lower Planes, but before true experts, they were no different from cannon fodder.
Being selected from the Middle Planes to become divine soldiers and enter the Higher Plane had originally been a source of pride for them.
Even if they were merely soldiers after entering the Higher Plane, they at least had the word "divine" attached to their title.
Unfortunately, the title of divine soldier now seemed to have become their shackle.
They knew full well just how terrifying the Divine River Ode was. Even High Gods had to take it seriously, let alone weak divine soldiers like them.
Before the Divine River Ode, unless the number of divine soldiers was absurdly enormous, they were basically just there to raise Lin Yi's KD.
Knowing they were outmatched, they still could not refuse to fight. Shiva had given the order, and they had to carry it out.
As they launched their Charge, they could only keep shouting to bolster their courage.
But as they shouted and charged, they discovered that something's wrong.
At some point, black blades had passed through their bodies. What confused them was that these injuries differed from the usual ones. No piercing pain came; instead, their entire bodies grew sluggish and numb, while their thoughts gradually became muddled.
A moment later, their eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the sight before them was replaced by a rapid plunge.
"Kid, what are you doing? Hand it over!"
Shiva's defeat was already certain. The peerless Divine Artifact that had practically been in his grasp had been snatched away by a