Under the mental assault, the expressions of the two Demon Great Sages changed drastically. They staggered back five steps in succession, vomiting blood with every step.
At the sight of reinforcements, Artemis and Apollo both beamed with delight—then both pulled sour faces.
With that level of synchronized expression-changing, they were unquestionably siblings.
The difference was that Artemis remembered the shameless things Russell had done while forging Athena's battle armor, and anger surged within her.
Apollo, meanwhile, remembered Russell harboring improper intentions toward his sister while flirting with Athena. He was an even bigger scumbag than Apollo himself.
Russell winked at Artemis. He was not bothered when all he got in response was the back of her head, but when Apollo stepped in front of Artemis with an indignant glare, Russell's face darkened and he gave Apollo the back of his head instead.
Kid, it's too late. I've already had my fill!
Russell snorted and fixed his gaze on the two Demon Great Sages, preparing to use them to test the strength he had gained after his enhancement.
"Sun God Russell..."
"Who would have thought that even among the Twelve Olympians, the gap between individuals could be so vast?"
The two Demon Great Sages were pale. Gritting their teeth, they stood their ground and chose to fight rather than turn and flee.
"I didn't expect that either. You're both among the Ten Great Sages of the demon race, yet your strength is worlds apart from Ji Meng and Chongming!"
Russell was merely stating the truth. Aside from his tone, there was no mockery in his words.
That was simply the reality. The two Demon Great Sages before him were nowhere near Ji Meng and Chongming. To put it in perspective, the gap was like that between Zeus and Poseidon.
One fingertip!