On the desolate lands of the God Realm, a single figure was racing forward at high speed.
Indeed, that figure was none other than Ian Song, heading out on a mission to the Primordial Forbidden Zone.
Suddenly.
He abruptly halted, having sensed the presence of a formation up ahead.
Inside the formation.
Five vicious-looking Mid-Rank Gods stood there. When they saw Ian Song suddenly stop, one late-stage Mid-Rank God couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, looks like this kid noticed the formation!"
"Third Boss, this guy's a God-Demon. Should we let him go?"
One of the Mid-Rank Gods suggested.
"What are you afraid of? He's just a One-Star God-Demon! Even if he dies, the God-Demon Corps won't care!"
The Third Boss scoffed.
"Not good, looks like that kid's about to run!"
Another Mid-Rank God exclaimed in alarm.
"Damn it, he really spotted us! What kind of crappy formation is this, so easy to see through. Attack! Don't let him get away!"
With a low shout, the Third Boss produced a massive war blade. The moment he stepped out of the formation, he charged forward, his blade transforming into a dazzling arc of light as he slashed fiercely at Ian Song.
"You know I'm a God-Demon and still dare to attack? You must be bandits. In that case, you can die!"
Ian narrowed his eyes, and the Crimson Haze Sword appeared in his hand.
A flash of sword-light shot out like lightning.
With a sharp sound, the Third Boss’s brow was pierced straight through. His massive body collapsed with a crash.
The other four Mid-Rank Gods who had just followed him out of the formation froze, then quickly retreated back inside. The Third Boss was late-stage Mid-Rank, while the four of them were one mid-stage and three early-stage Mid-Rank Gods.
If the opponent could kill the Third Boss in one strike, even if the four of them joined forces, they wouldn’t stand a chance. Retreating into the formation was their best option.