"Damn dark ants, I will tear you to pieces!" Gaea howled furiously.
But alas, his current strength was insufficient, so he could only watch helplessly.
Meanwhile, Fan Mengxue grew more adept as she fought, casting various Dark Forbidden Curses fluidly, illuminating the entire European night sky.
The people of Europe looked up at the members of the Dark Council, who were striving to prevent the descent of foreign deities, feeling a mix of emotions.
In the face of such a cataclysm, distinctions of North and South disappeared, age was irrelevant, and there were no longer divisions between the Hua Clan and foreigners.
Everyone shared one goal, which was to drive out this group of intrusive, worthless deities.
Just then,
a scream pierced the sky from Gaea, who staggered back several miles, his arm engulfed by the darkness.
While such an injury was not fatal and his divine body could heal it, wounds tainted by dark power still required a massive amount of divine blood energy to mend.
Furious, he roared, "Odin, how long do you plan to just stand by and watch?"
Following his words,
a cold laugh echoed from the void.
"Gaea, when I call you a waste, you refuse to accept it. If you can’t even deal with a bunch of dark beings, how do you qualify as the Blood God?"
"You..." Gaea was at a loss for words, fuming.
But given his current inadequate strength, he had no choice but to silently seethe at Odin’s mockery.
At that moment, figures from the Nordic Deity Race gradually emerged from the void.
And leading them was none other than the Divine King Odin.
His towering form stood a hundred thousand feet tall, dominating most of the night sky as he looked down upon Fan Mengxue and all the members of the Dark Council with a sneer.
"If I had given you ten more years, you might truly have had the potential to light up the Divine Shard and become the God of Darkness, but it’s a pity, for you are about to fall here now!"
Under Odin’s divine might,
all members of the Dark Council were forced to retreat hundreds of feet.
Only Fan Mengxue still stood her ground, staring coldly at Odin, "Northern European Divine King? You must be a local deity, right? To think you’re willing to be a lapdog for foreigners, turning against Earth itself."
Fan Mengxue’s questioning cast a shadow in Odin’s eyes.
This disgraceful Chapter of his history was something he wished no one would mention, so he snorted coldly.
"Seeking death!"
With that, he brought his palm crashing down.
To him, dealing with someone like Fan Mengxue, who wasn’t even a lesser deity, didn’t warrant the use of a weapon.
But to his surprise, as his hand was halfway down,
Fan Mengxue pushed the Dark Holy Emperor Technique to its limit; her eyes turned pitch black, and in her hands appeared a black blade, over ten thousand feet long.
Then Fan Mengxue swung the blade upward, slashing at Odin.
Wherever her momentum passed, space itself showed cracks.
Odin was startled.
"This aura..."
Then a flicker of fear appeared deep within his eyes.
He sensed the immense power of this dark aura.
In it, Odin seemed to see a king who commanded The Multiverse, holding sway over darkness.
In the face of such a deity, he, the so-called Divine King, was less than nothing.
But the current Fan Mengxue was far from being able to control even one ten-thousandth of this power.
So Odin sneered, "You’re only becoming more and more of a surprise to me, but today, you still have to die!"
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