The God Realm Shaken, the God of Destruction Startled and Furious

"Being your enemy is torture." Ji Dong let out a long sigh. "Divide, win over, manipulate, infiltrate, mislead. If it were up to me, I'm afraid I'd probably just charge straight in."

"All I can say is, the Grand Ancestor's Art of War is still the god among gods." Qian Chaoguang's Divine Sense swept over the other parts of the battlefield. "The wisdom of the Old Ancestors shouldn't be underestimated either. At the very least, I quite like Tian Ji's horse racing."

Horse racing.

It was a simple tactic, but an extremely excellent one.

If you had not been forced into such a desperate situation, why rely on a little-universe outburst to kill above your level?

Wasn't crushing them more satisfying?

Look—right now, Electrolux had pushed the racial traits of the Undead to the absolute limit.

Spellcasting with no wind-up!

Silent casting without chanting!

Magic nodes as vast as the stars emerged in the air one after another, linking together into a massive Spell Model.

Multi-casting was enough to release five forbidden spells at once.

Mid- and high-level magic was countless.

With a Super Divine Artifact staff in hand, Electrolux turned himself into a magical turret.

Light and soul magic smashed madly toward Rong Nianbing as if they cost no energy at all.

A God King Level Combat Power beating up Rong Nianbing, this Demigod King, truly left him crying for his father and calling for his mother.

It was not that Rong Nianbing was not talented enough.

But Electrolux was likewise among the very top batch of geniuses.

As fellow prodigies, if you could fight above your level, was I supposed to be unable to?

With equal talent, even a gap of only half a level was still a chasm.

On top of that, Rong Nianbing wanted to fake