The Supreme God

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As a result, the continent under his feet changed its course of direction and headed towards the nearby altars with Austin maneuvering its movements from the front.

Thousands of earth dragons continued their course of action and jumped into the chaotic void to pounce wildly at the enemies, killing them on the spot.

Simultaneously, Austin focused his attention and manipulated the purple flying sword to chip away at the altars.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Whichever direction Austin took, the altars would crumble to the ground one after the other.

The creatures responsible for holding the sacrificial ceremony were rendered helpless as they didn't possess the strength to fight back. Their lives were as insignificant as those of bubbles that popped under pressure. Soon, the pillars of each demolished altar was painted in crimson with their blood and flesh splattered all over the place.

In less than a second, Austin made quick work of hundreds of altars and smashed them to the ground.

Even after inflicting incalculable damage to the enemy, he refused to stop.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the drive to keep moving forward, he manipulated the small continent with his mind to chip away at the altars while also employing his bodily movement skill to keep pushing forward without a second's worth of delay. With every slight wave of his fist, he switched his direction as he scanned his surroundings looking for his next target.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Austin's speed was equivalent to the speed of light as he passed by in a flash. His movements were impossible to register. Whichever direction he took, all the altars stationed there would fall helplessly, adding to the ruins.

was common knowledge that these altars cost a lot of funds

of these altars, the gods of darkness and the creatures of isolated alien spaces had injected significant amounts of

momentum steady

medium-grade divine gods from the gods of light side had successfully demolished over four to five thousand altars

"Stop this right now!"

in their direction from afar as they

They emitted a sharp intimidating

no. This is bad.

twisted in frustration as he immediately sent a message to the other nine medium-grade divine

just one look and the resemblance in their auras,

from a tribe

skilled in

a body as sturdy as iron, and their strength knew

Sea of Chaos, the dawn race were the proud owners of the

terms of body refining, they remained

to fight against the medium-grade

cultivate with vital energy, it was hard to define whether these people from

gifted enough to achieve parallel strength to that of the preliminary-grade divine gods, medium-grade divine gods, or

in fear simply by their dominating presence. Their bodies were

of the

the medium-grade divine gods fell into crippling depression, their legs refusing to move out

they were experienced and thrived on the thrill to hunt people who were difficult to deal