Looking at the shattered barrier above their heads, the gods' eyes revealed fear. They had tried so hard, yet they were still no match for the enemy.

Meanwhile, at Ming Huashang's side, the Grim Reaper's scythe had been raised once more, sweeping down with terrifying force.

"The second level, without revealing the axe's edge, is the first move!"

"Quickly, let's unite as one!"

Sensing the terror of the attack, the city lord immediately issued commands to the gods.

However, although they had carried out the orders in time, the demon god's attack rhythm was too tight, and they simply did not have time to prepare.

"Boom boom boom..."

Therefore, the attack came before they were even ready.

"Click..."

Before the gods could launch their attack, Ming Hua Shang's attack landed, hitting the barrier first.

"Splash..."

The already precarious barrier had no time to be repaired and, unsurprisingly, shattered completely.

"boom…"

As countless fragments of the barrier scattered, Ming Huashang's attack did not stop, and its power seemed undiminished as it continued to fall upon the gods.

Fortunately, with the barrier acting as a barrier, the gods' attacks were finally launched successfully.

The two terrifying attacks collided, and the shockwave carrying the aura of destruction spread out, directly shaking the surrounding space and creating spiderweb-like cracks.

"Pfft..."

But this time, the gods' attacks failed to stop Ming Hua Shang's attack once again.

Ming Hua Shang's attack still had some force left, landing on the gods, spraying out bright red blood that drew a deep, mournful line in the thick, gloomy sky.

The gods, who had been holding on, all collapsed to the ground under this attack. They clutched their chests and struggled to their feet, but the light in their eyes had faded.

Looking at the high and mighty demon god, he already knew the answer in his heart, feeling that this time, he really couldn't escape.

Even though they kept hoping that the gods would come back to save them at the critical moment, it was impossible given the current situation; the gods could not come back.

"Hahaha…"

Seeing the gods in such a sorry state, the demon god laughed heartily, his face full of mockery. "You arrogant gods, look at yourselves now, like dead dogs. How about it? You've been defeated by the tricks of your great creator god. Do you feel that you died a worthy death?"

"Cough cough..."

The gods, already severely injured, all felt their chests heave and their blood surge upon hearing these words.

This Creation Technique is almost a regret and a thorn in the hearts of the gods. They have always been ashamed that they failed to protect the legacy left by their ancestors and that it was taken away by the demon god instead.

And now, the Demon God Junran is using this to provoke them, which is simply despicable.

"Rest assured, I will use the very method you worship your Father God to send you to meet him."

At this moment, Ming Huashang had waited far too long. Without further ado, he raised the Grim Reaper's Scythe once more, preparing an even more powerful move: "Without revealing the axe, second move!"

"Boom boom boom..."

"Whoosh..."

The Grim Reaper's scythe swept through the void, causing a dramatic change in the weather, and with an unstoppable offensive, it descended upon the gods.

"Get up, all of you, form ranks!"

Faced with the attack, although the gods already knew the outcome, it was impossible for them to choose to sit and wait for their doom.