Striking While They Were Vulnerable

Zhang Tianshi's expression turned grave. He cupped his fists and called out, "Which friend from the Tianming God Race is this!? Could you show yourself!?"

Everyone looked around nervously, hoping that the person hiding in the shadows would reveal themselves. They had no desire to play this kind of game where the Grim Reaper called names.

Zhao Yiling did not stop. She transformed into a streak of golden lightning and sped forward, the golden spear in her hand still carrying undiminished momentum. A point of cold light shot toward the gods like a meteor crashing into the earth.

"Ah..."

A miserable scream immediately echoed between heaven and earth.

Everyone's eyelids twitched. One of the gods had fallen beneath Zhao Yiling's spear, and just as expected, that golden figure appeared again. It grabbed the god by the head and began stripping away everything he had.

At that moment, everyone completely lost their composure, and terrified cries rang out without end.

"This person intends to pick us off one by one."

"Who the hell is it!? Come out already!"

"The Tianming God Race has always liked hiding in the shadows, catching people off guard, then stripping them of everything."

"This is practically a game of the Grim Reaper calling names. I'm not playing anymore. I'm going home."

"Could this be another one of Wang Hao's reinforcements!?"

"No way!? Just how much soft rice has Wang Hao eaten!?"

"Who knows? That guy calls himself a veteran Eat Soft Rice King. He probably has plenty."

"Damn it, I'd be laughing myself silly if I got even one of these goddesses, yet he's juggling several women at once."

"What's even more incomprehensible is, are these women all idiots!? They're not even jealous!"

"Stop talking. If you keep going, I'm going to die of jealousy..."

Yue