“Die.”

The eyes of the Seven Planets God flashed with cold light as it thrust the longspear in its hands forward. Swoosh! The longspear struck out like lightning, and around it swirled an almost ripple-like pattern of spatial distortions, with the tip of the spear gleaming with light. No one would doubt how astonishing the power of this spear was. The Three-Eyed Demon had just been knocked flying, but it didn’t have any time to feel rage or embarrassment. It immediately leapt backwards, causing the space around it to seemingly blur as it used an evasive technique. Its movements were very orderly, and it swept the two warhammers forward to strike at the attacking spear.

“Third brother, Redsnow’s not that special. There’s seven of them but just three of us; it only makes sense that their Seven Planets God is slightly more powerful than our Three-Eyed Demon.”

“Right. We’re a bit weaker in terms of the strength of our divine body, but in a real battle, we can still kill them.”

The golden-feathered eagle and the broken-horned dragon sent mental messages to each other.

“Don’t worry. There are no Empyrean Gods who can defeat me.” Flames of rage were blazing within the nine-headed lion’s heart.

He was an extremely proud person.

Although he was ranked third amongst the three brothers, and although he was normally very low-key…his ambitions were far greater than the ambitions of the other two. His actions in his youth, his roaming of the Primordial World,...