These fellows were the hardest to kill. Perhaps the one you slew was merely one of their Doppelgangers.
Or perhaps they had left some means behind, allowing them to revive in the Land of the Void through a contingency they had prepared.
Of course, every revival came at a terribly steep price. But given enough time, they would eventually return to the heights they had once reached.
Under these circumstances, as far as Jin Gu was concerned, killing them meant little unless he killed them in the Land of the Void.
Or rather, if they occupied the Land of the Void, whether they killed these Gods of the Void would no longer matter very much.
Of course, the Thunderclap Overlord had to die.
Whether because he possessed a Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon.
Or because this fellow himself shared a bitter blood feud with him.
Moreover, he was among the earliest mighty warriors of all the Gods of the Void, and he ruled over them all. If they left him alive, the others might resist.
There were far too many reasons he had to die, so his chances of surviving were all the slimmer.
The Thunderclap Overlord watched the great Formation draw closer and closer. He knew he would soon be able to escape back inside.
But those following him were hot on his heels.
He drew ever closer to the Formation, yet the unease in his heart only grew stronger.
It was as though he would meet certain death if he stopped here.
He carefully surveyed his surroundings. Rather than stopping, he picked up speed.
He did not understand why he felt this way.
But he knew it was a sign of approaching danger. And the fact that he could sense it meant that danger was right beside him.
Yet there