Half of its body was wrapped in boiling lava as it fell heavily from the sky to the ground, landing on a sand dune.
As if the process of weathering was accelerated by a million times, the huge half of the body rapidly decayed, and the flesh and blood turned to dust. In the blink of an eye, only a huge, ferocious bone armor was left.
The demonic gods looked at this scene in despair, feeling that their faith had already collapsed. They could not believe that their omnipotent master had actually been defeated?
Even if he had not died, he was already destined to lose. There was no possibility of a comeback.
"Little bug, let's see where you can run to!"
Seeing the controller escape, the battle fanatic Lord immediately chased after it, not caring if it would be ambushed.
Even if this was a world controlled by The Fiend Race, he was not afraid. Clearly, he was extremely confident in his own strength.
