After putting everything he had obtained from the Dreadlord's Interspatial Ring into his own Interspatial Ring, Rhodes took out a High Godhead.
"Ka Ji, refine this Divine Spark as soon as possible. Your speed as a Midgod is too slow. Once you refine it and become a Highgod, your speed will improve." Rhodes tossed the High Godhead in his hand to the Bone Dragon beneath his feet.
"Ka Ji thanks you, Master. Ka Ji will finish refining it as soon as possible and carry you faster." Without stopping his flight, the Bone Dragon thanked Rhodes through divine sense, then put all his strength into flying. His speed visibly increased.
After all, his master had already bestowed a High Godhead on him. He ought to pick up the pace and get his master to his destination faster.
"Big Brother, the closer we get to the core of the Undead Realm, the crazier these undead deities become. They won't stop until one side is dead! Not only that, they all attack in groups. There's an endless stream of deities coming to surround and kill us." Pash's expression was rather grim as well. Over the past century, the fighting had barely stopped. Amid the constant battles, even their mounts had been replaced several times.
Ambushes, curses, poison, group attacks-they used every means at their disposal. They had even encountered one or two opponents on par with Pash. They had either been slain by Pash at the cost of injuries or wiped out directly by Rhodes.
Over this century-long journey, Pash had certainly had his fill of fighting, almost always outnumbered. He still remembered encountering a Highgod fifty years ago whose strength was extraordinary. Even after using all his strength and unleashing his Innate Divine Ability, he had failed to kill that opponent.