"So this is all you've got..."
Ban looked at the five people Susanoo had beaten to death. Their scuffle had been a little more interesting than children playing, but even that grew tiresome after a while.
Those five were probably the other side's High-Tier Combatants. And because of Ban, that fellow likely no longer dared use his eyes. Their space was connected, after all. The moment he used them, Ban would feel it too.
Meanwhile, the Human-Beast God controlled Ban's body and used his overwhelming advantage in strength to drive Ye Ling Tong and Tang Ming back by force.
"You two really are cautious. You both came to stop me so I couldn't take control."
The masked man thought that suited him just fine. He had only ever had one target: Xu Feng's great-grandson, Tang Ming.
"Mom, are you all right?"
Tang Ming instinctively rushed forward and helped his mother up from the shattered ground. He knew with absolute clarity that the two of them could not lose.
The masked man before them was like an incurable cancer. From the day he was born, he had never stopped eating away at the universe's order and peace.
If they let him escape, every sacrifice, every bloody battle, and every fallen comrade would have been for nothing.
"I can use your corpse just as well!"
The masked man controlled the towering Susanoo, gathering Yasaka Magatama in its palm. Three spinning magatama hurtled toward mother and son like flying sickles cast by the god of death.
Tang Ming stepped in front of his mother without a moment's hesitation. He crossed his arms, Soul Power surging wildly from his body to form a thin barrier. But he knew he had nowhere near enough strength to withstand the blow.
Yet just as the masked man