“Victory might be possible?” Linley was stirred.
After speaking, Beirut just sat there, looking at Linley with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. When Linley noticed the expression on Beirut’s face, Linley suddenly understood. He laughed self-mockingly, “Lord Beirut, are you trying to tell me that I should try to avoid battling Deities of a higher level than myself?”
Beirut stroked his beard, starting to laugh. “Right.”
Linley felt a sense of resignation.
Was he an outstanding Demigod? Linley didn’t feel confident in saying that.
Was his opponent a weak God? That was also hard to determine.
Thus, although in theory, a Demigod was capable of killing a God, in reality, the chance of success was very low. Unless that God was already badly injured and on the brink of death, a God in normal circumstances would virtually never be beaten by a Demigod.
Beirut stood up, walking to the door of the study.
