If they hadn't arrived in time, their parents and relatives would surely be dead by now. If only they were left, there would be no point in them living in this world.

Although, as parents, we certainly hope they will live.

However, when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

"Hehehe..."

Upon seeing the lesser deities fall to the ground and cough up blood, the demons burst into laughter, then sheathed their weapons and moved closer to them.

Rakshasa stretched out his thick arm, picked up the little deity in front of him, and put it to his mouth.

The little deity looked terrified, struggled incessantly, and launched an attack on the Rakshasa.

However, given the vast difference in strength, those attacks were no different from tickling. The Rakshasa opened their defensive barrier and watched them make their final struggle with cold smiles.

"don't want…"

Seeing their children being brought to the Rakshasa's mouth, the divine parents lying on the ground let out shrill screams.

Although he had reached the end of his rope, he still mustered his last strength to get up and stumble toward the Rakshasa.

"Bang..."

Facing a deity that posed no threat whatsoever, Rakshasa naturally disregarded it, merely flicking her finger.

"Click..."

The god, who was running, suddenly collapsed to the ground with his legs buckling.

However, his kneecap was shattered.

"It's really touching."

Seeing the actions of the divine parents, the Rakshasa holding the child let out a series of sharp, twisted laughs, then brought the little deity closer to its mouth, "Tell me, which part should I eat first, the head, the arms, or the legs?"

No...don't...

The once high and mighty gods, looking at their own children, finally couldn't help but cry their hearts out.

Even gods have emotions and desires; they are just more powerful. Gods are different from ordinary humans. Although their offspring are born with divine power, it is also very difficult for them to conceive a child. They cannot simply have one if they want to.

Otherwise, the number of people in the divine realm would not have increased significantly until now.

Admittedly, this is related to the casualties and losses in each war between gods and demons, but the preciousness of offspring is also one of the reasons.

"Hahaha…"

The gods' disheveled and miserable appearance greatly amused the demons present, who all burst into unrestrained laughter.

"You don't want to, but we'll do it anyway!"

Immediately, the demon's expression turned cold, and without any further hesitation, he opened his blood-red maw and directly shoved the child into it.

"Wow…"

Faced with this situation, even the most resilient little spirits couldn't help but break down and cry out, struggling even more violently.

However, the demons were heartless, and all their efforts were in vain.

Furthermore, the more heartbroken the little deity cried and the more intense its reaction, the more amusing it became in the eyes of the demons.

The divine parents, now, can only close their eyes in despair, unable to bear to look any longer.

“Singing…”

Just as the little deity was about to have one of its legs bitten by the Rakshasa, a clear bird song suddenly came from the horizon.

"Bang..."

Immediately afterwards, a fireball flashed by, dodging the minor deity, and landed heavily on the head of the Rakshasa.

"Ouch..."

Just as the Rakshasa was feeling smug, she was caught off guard and sent flying, crashing to the ground.

Blood was splattered all over the ground, and several teeth were blown out.

As for the little deity in his hand, it was thrown away because he didn't control his strength well.