And the Self-Binding Angel, the Captain, and the others who had long since become demigods dared not slack off either. They devoted themselves to cultivation, striving to attain true godhood.
Time flew by.
In the days that followed, new demigods emerged almost every day. Many had already been on the verge of a breakthrough back in the Abyss, and with the help of divine sparks, they were like tigers given wings.
In less than twenty days, the number of demigods in Dark Night City had already exceeded twenty.
Then, on the twenty-first day...
An overwhelming surge of fighting spirit shot into the sky from the outskirts of Dark Night City, nearly shattering the heavens.
Countless people were stunned.
The terrifying force of it surpassed almost every demigod breakthrough that had occurred during this period. When they rushed over to investigate, they immediately understood.
"It's the Titan God! He's entered the realm of demigods too!"
Their breathing quickened.
Back in Hell, hardly anyone had been ignorant of that Titan's fearsome reputation. Although new demigods had emerged one after another during their time in the Abyss, they knew that in a fight to the death, the Titan Head could absolutely hold his own against them, even without becoming a demigod.
"Old man-you've finally advanced too-did you break through the curse's restrictions?!"
The Witch God Head trembled with indescribable emotion, gazing at that burly figure and nearly weeping with joy.
On the wasteland outside the city, the enormous head had long since vanished. In his place stood a bare-chested Titan Giant, his long hair whipping wildly, like a savage who had just emerged from deep in the mountains. Yet the terrifying aura radiating from him left no one daring to approach.
The Titan gazed at his newly formed hand, his eyes flickering as