At this moment, Martin, Eric and Druna were dodging back and forth in the gaps between the intensive attacks.
Just now, Martin had informed them that the Galaxy-level Golden Behemoth was on its way, and warned them not to engage the enemy head-on but to try to negotiate.
The two nodded in understanding. Martin, with the help of the Void Dragon Emperor's power, nimbly dodged the fierce attacks of the two old star-level wizards.
Suddenly, the old wizard and the gods who were attacking frantically seemed to be under a spell of immobilization.
They all stopped what they were doing, their faces instantly filled with fear, their eyes staring straight into the distance.
They saw a golden behemoth emitting a terrifying aura, staring at them with a ferocious look.
In an instant, the surroundings seemed to be tightly blocked by an invisible yet indestructible force, like an airtight net, trapping these old wizards and gods.
They only felt that breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Every breath they took was like pulling a heavy bellows, and the air seemed to become sticky.
The Golden Behemoth appeared in front of Martin in an instant like a golden lightning, knelt down on one knee with a clean and neat movement, and saluted Martin.
In the eyes of the old wizard and the gods, this scene was as if the god of death had sentenced them to death.
They were completely hopeless and kept shouting in their hearts: "It's over, it's over, this is completely terrible!"
Fear was like a surging tide that instantly drowned them. They knew very well that they had no chance of winning against this hostile galaxy-level powerhouse.
Martin looked at the kneeling Golden Behemoth with a calm expression. He raised his hand to signal it to stand up and said, "You've come just in time. Kill all these wizards and gods and take their cores."
The Golden Behemoth slowly stood up, its huge body like a small mountain.
It turned its head and swept a murderous gaze towards the old wizards and the Lord God. It growled in a low voice, "Your Majesty, rest assured. Wait a moment, and the ten cores will appear in your hands."
The voice resounded like a huge bell, carrying an unquestionable dominance.
Although the old wizards and gods were terrified, they also understood that there was no way to retreat at this moment.
The duck-like old wizard in the lead gritted his teeth and feigned composure, shouting, "Don't panic, everyone. We have ten of us, and we're not completely powerless! Together, let's kill this golden behemoth first!"
After hearing this, the others also mustered up their courage and used their powerful witchcraft and the power of the gods to try to make a final struggle.
For a moment, all kinds of lights flashed, and powerful energy fluctuations raged.
The Golden Behemoth showed no fear and rushed forward to meet the attack.
Its body was as fast as lightning, and it instantly appeared in front of an old wizard. It swung its strong arms like a sledgehammer, knocking the old wizard out directly.
The old wizard's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and landed heavily on the ground in the distance, splashing up a cloud of dust.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the other wizards hurriedly took out powerful props in an attempt to escape from this desperate situation.
However, the Golden Behemoth would never let them get their wish. A flash of light appeared around it.
A powerful and mysterious force instantly spread out, like an indestructible cage, completely blocking the void.
No matter how hard those wizards tried, they could not break free from this barrier and could only struggle in vain in despair.
Seeing this, the main gods were horrified and no longer cared about anything else. They turned around and fled in other directions.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, the main god who was rushing in the front crashed into an invisible wall.
The huge impact force bounced him back and he fell to the ground in a mess.
Seeing this, the other main gods hurriedly tried to change direction to break out. But before they could take a few steps, the Golden Behemoth appeared beside them like a ghost.
It opened its huge hands like palm-leaf fans and easily grabbed the heads of the two main gods as if catching a chicken.
With a slight force, two "clicks" were heard, and the lives of the two main gods ended.
The Golden Behemoth skillfully took out their cores with clean and neat movements.
Then, it waved its arm and reached out to grab another main god next to it.
The Lord God didn't even have time to react before he was grabbed by the powerful force of the Golden Behemoth and died instantly.
The remaining two main gods were so frightened that their legs went weak and their whole bodies trembled uncontrollably.
However, the fear in their eyes was soon replaced by ruthlessness. They knew that they had no way out and even planned to self-destruct to the death.
The Golden Behemoth was so perceptive that it instantly perceived the intentions of the two main gods.
It snorted coldly, suddenly raised its thick thigh, and swept across like a giant steel pillar.
There were two muffled "bang" sounds, and the two main gods were like being hit by a high-speed train.
His body flew out like a rag, and he died before the self-destruction spell could be fully cast.
The remaining four old wizards gathered together in panic, muttering to themselves, as if they were casting some forbidden spell.
In a flash, curses emitting strange and dim light rushed towards Martin like sharp arrows, leaving behind a trace of ghosts in their path.
The space seemed to be distorted, with black ripples appearing.
The Golden Behemoth reacted extremely quickly, disappearing from the spot in an instant, and teleported in front of Martin the next second.
It raised its arms high, as if holding up a towering mountain, and firmly blocked the curse that was coming like a tide.
The Golden Behemoth clenched its palm, and those curse laws containing evil power were crushed by it, turning into powder and floating in the air.
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