Wei Ting, colossal like a giant reaching the sky, looked at the remaining Evil Gods, his eyes burning with the desire to fight.
He stepped forward sharply, his ornate axe in hand transforming into a deadly weapon.
With a sudden downward slash, half of the Evil Gods immediately perished.
Wei Ting, taking on the form of a war god, slaughtered indiscriminately.
"No!"
"Spare us!"
Facing Wei Ting, these once arrogant Evil Gods had lost their former grandeur and boldness.
The enchanting Tao'an grimaced: "Let me live. This realm is destined to belong to the new gods. Your actions bear heavy repercussions. Surely, you'll invoke the True God's scheming wrath."
In just a few moments, only two of the new gods remained in the venue.
Speaking swiftly, she hoped to find a ray of survival.
"The land around us is full of new gods. We are summoning the great plague founder. If you execute us, you'll completely offend him. When the great plague founder descends, he will not spare you!"
