"Hmph, how long can you maintain that arrogant demeanor?"
Rodz, seeing that Bing Ning didn't take his ultimate move seriously, sneered inwardly.
He had full confidence in this move.
Even gods would fall to it in resentment.
"Secret Art·Light of Despair!"
With a fierce shout, Rodz waved his hand, unleashing his final move.
In an instant, the void around seemed to truly freeze in time; everything came to a halt, except for a divine ray shining from Rodz's hand.
The god-ray surged wildly, expanding dozens of feet in an instant, spanning across heaven and earth.
The bystanders, except for Adolf and Annie who had truly fled far away from the Alps, had all hidden at what they thought was a safe distance to watch the battle.
However, the range of Rodz's move was far beyond expectations, affecting even Azrael who had retreated ten miles away.
