Tang San's heart was heavy, but he also understood that there was probably no hope of killing any one of them today. Right now, all he could think about was how to get away at the smallest cost.
"As gods, do you people really have no ambition at all? You enjoy ganging up on the few with the many?"
"That's still better than you bullying civilians who don't even have Soul Power. Count for yourself how many innocent people you've killed."
When it came to verbal sparring, Ning Rongrong was not afraid of Tang San. One sentence choked back everything he still had to say.
Just as Tang San's expression shifted and he was about to say something else, Ning Rongrong decisively summoned the Glazed Tile Tower. With Heart Separation Control governed by God-level Spiritual Power, her buff landed precisely on every one of her companions.
"Nine Treasure Divine Radiance shines ten thousand zhang! Even gods have to get to work!"
"Stop wasting words with him. This guy is definitely thinking about how to run."
Six streams of nine-colored radiance entered their bodies, and the auras of the six of them surged by another large margin.
Seeing this, Tang San had already started cursing inwardly. Even after becoming a god, was his road through life still going to be this difficult?
The six of them naturally understood the purpose of this trip as well. If they could kill Tang San outright, that would of course be even better. Even if they could not, they had to find a way to force him back to the continent. Ning Bei was waiting for him there.
A'Dai, who had killed Tang San once before, was the first to strike. The God of Death Magic Scythe in his hand turned into a pitch-black stream