Watching him kill their companions one after another actually made these fellows happy.
Molan looked at these fools, and fury welled up inside him.
These fellows had room in their hearts only for themselves. They were pitiful and pathetic.
From beginning to end, they had been a pack of selfish, self-serving wretches.
Though he loathed them, deep down, he desperately hoped they could be even more selfish right now.
He was the one being ganged up on. Every additional enemy he killed gave him another measure of hope.
After all, throughout the history these fellows had lived through,
there had been cases of an entire group being worn down to death by a single person.
When they joined forces to capture someone, most would not swarm their target. Instead, they fought a battle of attrition, taking turns.
Once one person died, the others would step in.
Eventually, they would wear their target down to death, or that one person would wear all the others down to death.
This was also why Molan dared to remain here alone.
Although he was already approaching the end of his life, with less time left each passing day,
he still had that confidence. With his strength, wearing these fellows down to death was entirely possible.
But this time, he seemed to have miscalculated.
After observing him, Light, Darkness, and the other two Deities discovered something.
This fellow was powerful, but his strength lay in endurance. Clearly, he had put painstaking effort into that aspect.
This was also the truly traditional approach among most Deities in the Land of the Void.
Yet Deities like this had a tremendous weakness.
Against several people joining forces, they had few means of defending themselves.
The four exchanged glances and stealthily crept close to Molan.
They were ready to