Jiang Yang's expression did not change. His golden eyes swept across the darkness, and a divine radiance shone from them, cleaving it apart and opening a path of light.
The one hundred and eight Radiant Shadows scattered, surrounding Mogandi, and incomparably sharp beams of sword light slashed into Mogandi's body.
Golden flames ignited across the deity's body, burning away the darkness.
Jiang Yang and his shadows were extraordinarily nimble, their combat instincts unmatched through the ages. Mogandi's attacks rarely struck any of them.
Having already experienced the terror of Jiang Yang's Hymn of Glory, Mogandi was once again provoked into repeated fits of fury by this almost shameless way of fighting.
Left with no choice, the deity's eyes showed a trace of pained reluctance. Then every tentacle on the deity's body stretched straight out, as though touching something tangible.
Waves of evil halos emerged from Mogandi's body and surged into the unknown depths of the void.
This is bad. This bastard is holding back a finishing move, Jiang Yang thought.
He had intended to slowly scrape Mogandi to death, one scratch at a time. After all, he had seen through all of the deity's fighting methods in their previous battle.
But he had truly never seen anything like this before.
He stilled his mind, unifying all his essence, energy, and spirit. His will connected with the flame law, and the Radiant Shadows leaped onto his blade as he unleashed the Civilization Epoch Sword.
He struck first!
The sword light blazed brilliantly, bearing the radiance of civilization's epic and the praises of hundreds of millions of humans. It crossed the endless river of time, broke through the black mist and defenses around Mogandi, and slashed into the deity's body.
Mogandi immediately suffered a grievous wound and cried out in pain, yet