Upon the voice's fall, the grim reaper's scythe cleaved through the void, and a cubic gray barrier enveloped the chaotic and distorted skies above the battlefield.
The two deities engaged in the fierce battle almost simultaneously shifted their gaze.
"Rip!"
To the left was an ugly arm covered in black scales, approximately three thousand meters long, capable of coiling and climbing like a python.
Seeing Ye Chengfeng charging straight into the battlefield, without a second thought, it extended its demonic claw, intending to crush his head in an instant.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!"
On the other side, a god of the Wind Element, who had shape-shifted into a human boy, with intense streams of air bursting from its cyan skin, wound threads of wind, fine as human pores, around Ye Chengfeng's limbs, also seeking to disable him in a mere moment.
"Quite lively, eh? Which one should I start with?"
