The four old wizards seemed to have suffered the backlash of some powerful force. They all spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and their bodies swayed like candles in the wind.
However, the Golden Behemoth did not give them a chance to breathe. It was as if it crossed space and instantly appeared in front of the four old wizards.
A huge golden sword emitting dazzling golden light quickly condensed in its hand. Runes flickered on the sword body, as if telling of ancient power.
The Golden Behemoth did not hesitate. He swung his arm and slashed out with a fierce horizontal slash as powerful as thunder.
"puff!"
The bodies of the four old wizards were instantly torn apart by this powerful force, blood splattered, and they died on the spot.
The terrifying energy contained in the golden giant sword is like a greedy demon.
It began to corrode the four corpses and even invaded their souls, leaving them without a complete body and with their souls scattered.
At this moment, far away in the wizard plane, five old wizards who had just been reincarnated were looking at each other with lingering fear.
They could see in each other's eyes the relief of surviving the disaster.
However, this joy did not last long.
Suddenly, without any warning, four of the old wizards froze.
Then, their eyes widened, and after uttering a few faint screams, they fell straight to the ground, without a breath.
Not only that, even their other reincarnated bodies exploded into a pool of flesh in an instant like a detonated bomb. The scene was bloody and weird.
The only surviving old wizard looked at the sudden scene before him.
He collapsed to the ground in fear, his face filled with terror and despair, muttering to himself, "Is this...is this a soul...attack?"
At this point, the ten old wizards and gods who came to kill Martin were all slaughtered by the Golden Behemoth.
A strong smell of blood permeated the void.
The Golden Behemoth brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, turned back to Martin, knelt on one knee, and waited for Martin's instructions.
Martin looked at the bloody and spectacular scene in front of him. He was impressed by the powerful strength of the Golden Behemoth, and was glad that he had made the decision to become a strong man in advance.
He said to the Golden Behemoth, "Get up, you've done a great job. Gather the bodies, sort out their storage rings and the treasures on their bodies, give me the cores, and divide the rest among yourselves.
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