A black wind swept past with the force of thunder.
The violent demon clouds gathered amid the earth-shaking rumble, transforming into a man in a black robe. His face was cold, his aura savage. He was Xing Tian, one of the four Demon Gods of the demon race.
Across from him, the hundred or so defenders of Mount Olympus all tensed and instinctively looked toward Poseidon.
They were merely second-rate, third-rate, or even insignificant demigods. Facing Xing Tian, they could not summon even the thought of resistance. Only Sea King Poseidon, one of the Twelve Olympians, was qualified to fight a Demon God of the demon race.
Why the hell are you all looking at me?
Poseidon was panicking like crazy. The last time he had joined forces with Zeus and Hera against Di Jiang, he had learned well enough that he was no match for a Demon God alone.
The bully-the-weak, fear-the-strong BUFF activated. When facing an enemy he could not defeat without any powerful allies nearby, his combat power dropped by fifty percent.
He panicked even harder!
"I am Xing Tian of the demon race. You must be Russell, the God of War of Olympus?"
Xing Tian looked at the trident in Poseidon's hand and confirmed that he had found the right person. His eyes immediately blazed with fighting spirit as he waved a hand and drew a long-handled heavy axe from the void. The axe head was as large as a wagon wheel, a weapon only a fierce warrior could wield.
"The God of War... Russell!?"
Poseidon was completely bewildered. After a moment, he came to his senses and immediately stopped panicking.
Xing Tian was looking for Russell. It had absolutely nothing to do with him, Sea King Poseidon. He promptly pointed in a direction. "You found