The Demon Flame erupted, sending fire soaring into the sky.
Amid the roaring flames, the body of the God of Many Cities, whose neck had been snapped at the outset, swiftly crumbled to ash.
But he was not dead!
Instead, he changed from a physical body into a form of "light."
It resembled the laser he had fired earlier, but looked more like a halo. Whatever it was, he still suffered unimaginable pain and damage beneath the Demon Flame.
After all, the Demon Flame's defining trait was burning souls and devouring life.
"Deathbird!"
The God of Many Cities, now resembling a ball of light, vibrated the air to produce something like a human shout.
His voice carried shock, bewilderment, and venomous hatred.
He was shocked by Qin Ran's plotting.
He was bewildered by Qin Ran's strength.
As for the hatred?
The destruction of his body was enough to make him regard Qin Ran as a mortal enemy, though he had intended to kill Qin Ran from the very beginning anyway.
"Die!"
With another shout, the God of Many Cities, now a ball of light, staked everything.
The God of Many Cities would not beg for mercy.
He knew perfectly well that wars between gods allowed no prisoners.
Mortals might escape with their lives.
But gods themselves had only one path: grow stronger or fall.
Since the end of the Demon Era, the hundred gods of the hundred cities had repeated this cycle endlessly.
Old gods fell.
New gods were born.
Or else...
They perished together!
The ball of light exploded.
Dazzling radiance swallowed the Demon Flame and engulfed Qin Ran along with it.
"Sanction!"
The will of the God of Many Cities pronounced the sentence aloud, like an impartial judge.
In fact, the moment the radiance exploded, an air of