Yi Le, watching the disheveled God of Destruction, sneered and said:
"Wasn't it supposed to be one-on-one? How did it come to this?"
"This guy isn't simple."
"Heh, a waste is a waste, don't make excuses for your incompetence."
Upon hearing this familiar phrase, Shiva's face turned beet red with anger, yet he was helpless.
Zarvan glanced sideways at his two comrades, silently criticizing.
One got his right hand cut off because of carelessness, the other lost his left arm due to impulsiveness. What do you two have to argue about?
Brother shouldn't speak ill of Brother!
Just as a slight relaxation appeared in Zarvan's heart, Luo En decisively made his move.
It was light.
A Pillar of Light—or rather, a Light Slash formed of flames.
Like a Holy Judgment of Fate.
The light, at the speed of light, covered Zarvan and the area within thirty thousand meters around him, locking onto this Great Ming Venerable of Persia.
