The moment Xu Zimo struck, he severed their connection to their substitutes.
The expressions of the dozens of Divine Generals changed drastically.
Without their substitutes, they could no longer remain immortal.
They had all been brimming with aggression, yet now every one of them shrank back.
However, there were also Divine Generals who did not fear death.
He roared, "What are you afraid of? We enjoy the glory brought by the God Race, so naturally we must spill our brains and blood for our race."
"If we die today, I, Fenglei, will be the first to die."
This Divine General was known as Divine General Fenglei.
Among the many Divine Generals, his strength might not have been the greatest.
But the courage he displayed alone was enough to make others look at him in a new light.
For a moment, wind and thunder surged.
Just like his title, he controlled the power of wind and thunder.
Amid the howling gale and crashing thunder,
Divine General Fenglei charged toward Xu Zimo.
Everyone raised their heads to look at that figure. Seeing him march generously toward death, he seemed exceptionally towering for a moment.
Yet in the next instant, everything came to an abrupt halt.
Xu Zimo had merely extended his right hand and seized the other's throat.
No matter how Divine General Fenglei struggled, it was all in vain.
He was like a little chick in Xu Zimo's grasp.
With a crack,
his neck snapped, and blood immediately sprayed forth.
Xu Zimo casually flung away the headless corpse.
He said blandly, "If you wanted to die, I could simply grant your wish. Why put on such a show?"
"Attack," the God Emperor said coldly from the side, his expression indifferent.
From the very beginning, he had not actually been angry.
Instead,