Within Rakshasa's Prison, Bibi Dong held the Rakshasa God's Scythe and drove it straight through Dai Mubai's chest. Divine blood blossomed across the sky.
"Mubai!" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were bloodshot. She watched helplessly as Dai Mubai died before her.
"Second-Level Gods? Is this all you amount to? Your strength doesn't deserve the God Positions you've obtained!" Bibi Dong withdrew the Rakshasa God's Scythe.
Dai Mubai plummeted from the sky into Zhu Zhuqing's arms. He looked at her. "We're finished, Zhu Zhuqing. We're no match for Bibi Dong. She's simply too powerful."
"Even if Fatty and the others become gods, I'm afraid they still won't be a match for Bibi Dong! I regret it..."
He regretted it. He regretted not surrendering completely when he had been ready to surrender back then. Why had he let his failure to anticipate Zhu Zhuqing becoming a god lead to this-even after she became a god, the two of them together were still no match for Bibi Dong?!
They were all Deities, yet the gulf in their strength was like that between a Titled Douluo and a Peerless Douluo.
"Mubai, don't die..." Zhu Zhuqing held Dai Mubai, tears streaming down her face. "Damn Bibi Dong! Damn the Spirit Hall Empire! Why did you have to make us suffer all this?!"
"Ah..." Dai Mubai sighed softly. Then his body turned into motes of light and vanished between heaven and earth.
"Completely dead? So this is what happens when a god dies?"
Bibi Dong watched Dai Mubai disperse into motes of light. From the start of the battle until now, there had been something strange about him.
It wasn't anything else that was strange, but his strength. He was simply too weak-strangely weak.
Even if there was a gap between Second-Level Gods and First-Level Gods, weren't Soul