Dozens of breaths later.
Zarvan's beard and hair were charred black, and Shiva's chest was a bloody mess.
Meanwhile, Luo En adjusted the light-shaped wings on his back, now reduced to just two pieces, spat out a mouthful of golden blood foam, and looked at the piece of [Source Quality] in his hand with a satisfied smile on his face.
Although his opponents weren't weak, it seemed he had the upper hand.
However, as a price, his injuries and consumption were heavier than those of the two before him.
"Don't get too cocky yet, he who laughs last is the true winner!"
Zarvan sneered coldly, casting a ball of flames from his hand toward the boundless Sea of Chaos.
Instantly, a deep black decay and a profound cold Divinity surged into the sky, tearing open a chasm of billions of miles in the tumultuous Sea of Chaos, demonstrating the Great Power of a Creation Level.
—Origin!
They were the Creator Gods of Egypt and West Africa! Had they returned so quickly?
