Chapter 20 (2/2)

“Bastard! Are all the gods of your divine domain only good at talking? Come, come, come. Let’s see who’s stronger.”

After saying this, he clenched his fist, and a divine longsword appeared in his hand.

The longsword emitted five-colored light, continuously eroding the surrounding space.

The mortals in the Jonah Kingdom felt as if their souls had been devoured by this longsword with just a glance.

On Sullo’s side, the senior student wasn’t willing to be outdone. He took out a ring-shaped divine artifact.

The divine weapon spun in the air. It could be used to attack or defend. It came and went without a trace. It was very mysterious.

In an instant, the two gods were fighting.

Not only were they fighting using their own divine weapons, there were also all kinds of divine spells being sent back and forth between them.

At this moment, the other student beside Sullo rolled his eyes.

He decided to pick at the weakest of the bunch between the Light Gods.

“Haha! Light Gods are trash, do you dare to fight with me?”

Provoked, one Light God shouted, “Let’s fight then. Do you think I’m afraid of you?”

After saying that, the two gods fought against each other.

In the end, only Sullo was left, facing the last two Light Gods alone.

“Haha! It seems that you are not very popular with your companions!”

“Would you like to come over to our side instead?”

The two Light Gods teased Sullo, but their hands did not stop moving.

One held a spear-shaped divine weapon and aimed it at Sullo as he launched a storm-like attack.

The other stood far away, his hands forming a spell as he muttered something.

One divine spell after another was cast, either to buff the other god’s spear or to attack Sullo’s vital points.

In the palace of the Jonah Kingdom, the princess couldn’t help but clench her fists when she saw this scene. Her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh but she didn’t feel any pain at all. The worry in her eyes was almost beyond words.

Even the king and Queen had anxious expressions on their faces.

Although they were mortals, they could understand that Sullo was essentially outnumbered.

If Sullo lost, they would definitely be implicated.

But how could mortals interfere in the battle between gods?

At this moment, ten silver light doors suddenly appeared beside Sullo.

These light doors undulated around Sullo, sometimes disappearing into the void and sometimes flying out from other places.

Sullo stepped into one of the light doors and disappeared.

Both god’s attacks missed their target.

The two Light Gods looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

“Could it be that this kid has escaped?”

But at this moment, Sullo suddenly walked out from the sky behind a god, his presence unnoticed.

“Divine Mountain, fall!”

An extremely terrifying weight similar to Mount Fuji pressed down on the top of the God’s head.

He didn’t even have the time to react before he was pressed into the ground, almost unable to move.

This divine art of Sullo’s had been cultivated by him using more than ten life planets’ worth of faith power.

With the addition of his own divine system, its weight was comparable to more than a hundred life planets. Even the gods couldn’t bear it.

Seeing this, the other Light God couldn’t help but have a drastic change in expression.

However, at this moment, Sullo once again disappeared into space.

The other god was so scared that he hurriedly flew into the distance, wanting to escape Sullo’s attack range.

“Lightning Net, seal!”

The god that wanted to escape crashed into a giant net that flashed with lightning.

The two Light Gods were suppressed by Sullo.

In the Jonah Kingdom, a look of hope suddenly appeared on the face of the minister who already looked ashen.

Sullo’s two classmates who witnessed the scene were also overjoyed and shouted for him to come and help.

The expression on the other Light Gods’ faces was unsightly as they turned around to escape.

However, at this moment, a terrifying and strange aura came from outside the planet.

Even the gods themselves felt a wave of discomfort at it.

“Not good, it’s the void-devouring race. Let’s leave quickly.”