Fath on the battlefield, this time truly unleashed unparalleled might.
With his long staff in hand, every swing shook the void. A group of Lower Main Gods could not withstand him, forced to desperately dodge and flee, without even a chance to counterattack.
In less than a minute, out of the ninety-seven encircling Lower Main Gods, only eleven remained. The others had completely lost their combat power, collapsed to the side, even lacking the strength to stand.
"Escape?! Do you think you can get away?"
Fath once again thrust out his staff, the ninety Law Secret Patterns on it flowing continuously, growing thicker and longer as it slammed towards one of them.
That Lower Main God desperately fled, but still couldn't match the speed of Fath's attack. The end of the long staff, like a giant hammer, viciously struck his back, sending him flying and completely robbing him of his combat power.
