In the chaotic light, the corpses of the gods emitted boundless pressure.
Just a glance at it was enough to make people tremble in fear.
A dead god was still a god.
That was an existence of a higher level.
"Graveyard of the gods…"
The god of deception stared at one of the blurry corpses. His gaze was complicated.
Richard forced down the throbbing in his heart. His eyes gleamed.
He could see that the bodies of these gods were like mountains of gold that glittered and contained infinite value.
Twilight City would experience a qualitative leap if he could bring back all the divine bodies.
At this moment, the wax demon returned to its senses and charged at the god of deception.
The mournful roar from its mouth sent chills down one's spine.
No one could underestimate the aura of an activated transcendent.
