Even so, the clay figure did not die.

"I refuse to believe I can't beat you to a pulp!"

Chu Feng's eyes were filled with rage, and he unleashed a variety of methods.

Rub, pinch, pound, knead...

Finally, after several tens of seconds of torment, the clay figure turned into a wisp of green smoke and slowly dissipated into the world.

"Although their physical bodies are very strong, it's too slow to annihilate these powerful gods!"

Chu Feng muttered to himself, feeling extremely dissatisfied.

At this rate, it would take several days and nights to kill all the gods above the God-King level.

Fortunately, he had the Annihilation Demon Blade.

This battle sword may not have many other uses, but it has unimaginable destructive power against the souls of gods and spirits.

With the demonic blade appearing in his hand, Chu Feng stared at the departing, terrifying figures and gave chase.

In less than a moment.

Blood rain fell across the myriad realms.

A storm of death swept across the heavens and the realms.

Countless gods fell, their souls devoured by the Annihilation Demon Blade.

The Annihilation Demon Blade grows stronger with each deity it devours.

Later, throughout the myriad realms, a towering figure roamed freely.

With every step he took, gods died and countless living beings bowed down.

Chu Feng was very angry.

He knew that if he had come out even a moment later, the Time Cauldron and the Black Tortoise Shell would have died.

Although these two guys spent very little time with him.

But it cannot be denied that without them, Chu Feng would have perished long ago.

kill-

Only in this way can I truly feel relieved.

One by one, the gods fell, and the remaining powerful figures escaped to the plane of the Heavenly Dao.

What was originally their nightmare has now become their savior.

Sweeping through everything in his path, gods perished.

This day was called by later generations:

Ragnarok!