"So much for the Dreadlord. Once I've killed these Highgods, I'll drag you out."
When Pash saw that there was still no movement from the castle after his shout, he stopped holding back. Unleashing his strength as a Seven-Star Demon, he began slaughtering the Highgod undead charging out.
Not a single deity could withstand one blow from him. After all, this was the border between the central and outer regions. Apart from the eighteen undead lords, the other Highgods were not particularly powerful and could not withstand a single attack from Pash.
"Fear Halo."
A hoarse voice rang out, accompanied by a strange gray halo that wound toward Pash. Naturally, Pash would not let anything so strange coil around him.
He quickly dodged aside and looked at the Dreadlord, who had finally emerged from the castle.
This deity had two horns on his head, a pair of purple, batlike wings on his back, and clawlike hands.
"You're strong. No wonder you dared attack my castle. You've angered me. You'll all die here today!"
After appearing, the Dreadlord roared at Pash.
He glanced at his subordinates again. Of the more than twenty Highgods, six or seven had died in this brief span, all killed by the red-haired Highgod before him.
With a beat of his wings, the Dreadlord attacked Pash at tremendous speed. Pash naturally swung his saber and began fighting him.
"You've got the strength of a Six-Star Demon. Enough to keep me entertained for a while. Come on!"
Destructive divine light shone from Pash's eyes as he grew excited. Worthy opponents were rare, after all. All he had encountered over the years were weaklings. Now that he had finally met a deity with the strength of a Six-Star Demon, he naturally had to fight him.
Bang!
Sparks flew as