Zeus's internal organs had been removed from his body, and even his divine blood had been drained dry. Despite his astonishing vitality, he could not endure it for long. Dizzy and disoriented, he hastily blocked several attacks and nearly had his head severed by Di Jiang.
Damage to a divine body was no great concern. For the resilient monsters of Olympus, given enough time, it would grow back. The problem was that time was exactly what Zeus lacked.
Di Jiang's assault was ferocious, repeatedly leaving fatal wounds on him without giving him any chance to catch his breath.
Moreover, the Divine Mountain bound to his life had broken. Even if Zeus recovered from all his injuries, he could no longer return to his peak, much less be Di Jiang's match.
This was bad. Very bad.
Zeus was frantic. He craved the authority of the King of Gods and would not allow anyone else to lay a hand on it. More than that, he craved an eternal, indestructible life. He did not want to die here and become nothing more than a legend of the past.
Whoosh!
Just as Zeus was battered and exhausted, with no strength left to continue, a golden beam shot toward him from afar. It traced a Z-shaped path of lightning through the air, evaded Di Jiang's powerful strike, and effortlessly whisked Zeus away.
"Eh, there's another expert?"
Di Jiang was greatly surprised. Mount Olympus was like that thing—squeeze it a little, and one or two experts would pop out every time. It was becoming rather hard to keep up.
Elsewhere, the golden light raced across the ground, moving over the collapsed slopes of Mount Olympus as though on level terrain.
Whether he was an expert or not was hard to say, but there was no