The God of Cold Winter was still not dead, struggling desperately, its whole body exploded with divine power, a ring of pale blue light swiftly spread out, turning the accumulated snow into a glacier, and the air was rapidly frozen.
Chen Shouyi didn't even look at his frost-covered body, glanced at it, and stretched out his left hand to grab its head.
"Puff!"
The head shattered.
He then tossed the huge corpse onto the ground, stepped on it again, a ring of shockwaves exploded, accompanied by the crisp and dense sound of bones breaking, everything quieted down.
He looked up at the sky and sighed.
Just warming up, and it's already over.
Ordinary barbarian gods were really too weak to withstand a fight.
Chen Shouyi sighed, shrank his body, took out a set of clothes from his space, changed, and then turned back without looking back.
