"Damn you! Don't think you've won! I, I'm a great God! A mere human, a mere human!"
The God of Curse Rites began to roar helplessly!
It felt fear.
Because that damned black-feathered raven kept looking at it as though it were a corpse.
The hateful cries it let out from time to time made it feel as though its divinity was being polluted by a concept it dared not contemplate.
The power it had left after a thousand years of mutual attrition with Fang Cheng was no match for the Demons at all.
Even though Red Tears had yet to draw its sword.
Because...
It had no Divine Body.
The monsters that called themselves Gods had only two things they relied on most.
Divinity and Divine Bodies.
Even the Goblin, once the weakest of the C-Rank Gods, had possessed a body that no ordinary Train Conductor's abilities could breach.
But the God of Curse Rites was different.
Its body had long since been shattered by Fang Cheng.
Only because of [Curse] had it been able to parasitize Fang Cheng while he was still alive, siphoning away his power over a thousand years and adding it to its own divinity through the curse.
But even so, it still had no body.
Only when Fang Cheng's mind was extinguished forever could it truly be reborn, allowing its divinity to nourish the flesh it occupied.
Unfortunately...
It had encountered Ye Qiyan.
Ye Qiyan's Title, [Blasphemer of the Gods], had grown with the number of Gods he had slain.
Its multiplier had thus reached 630%.
Under the Demons' successive rounds of torment.
The God of Curse Rites let out a scream of despair.
"Damn it, damn it!"
Was there any way for me to survive?
The God of Curse Rites kept searching its