Saras and the three Main Gods gathered once more at the center of the Misty Sea, their faces grim. The four of them had spent days setting up an inescapable net in the Misty Sea, and had even practiced coordinated attacks to capture Han Shuo.
They had gone to such lengths to deal with Han Shuo and surrounded him on all sides, yet he had still broken through their encirclement at the crucial moment. If word of this spread, all four would lose face, and even the Godhunter Alliance's reputation would suffer.
Saras, who had dodged Han Shuo's Godslaying Slash, ultimately had not expended any strength defending against it. When the thunder filling the sky overhead tore apart the Barrier above the Misty Sea, the Seventeen Flying Swords that had combined into the Godslaying Slash returned to Han Shuo's body, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
"Saras, this is all your fault! If you hadn't been the first to retreat, he would never have escaped!" Once the four had regrouped, the masked man on the White Bone Throne snapped coldly, then said in anger, "That brat really is as cunning as a fox. Even the four of us working together couldn't stop him today. He'll be even harder to deal with in the future!"
Saras was furious himself and showed him no courtesy. He snorted. "I was the one he attacked. If I'd taken that blow head-on, I wouldn't have recovered in a hundred years! You weren't the ones facing it, so you have no idea how terrifying that brat is. Easy for you to talk!"
Daka, the Godhunter Commander who cultivated destruction power, looked at Saras, then at the other two. He nodded and said gravely, "Dagmar, Aselst, that brat really isn't easy to handle. Now isn't the