386: Fierce fighting on the battlefield!

The Norse Gods, who had already devolved into monsters, immediately grew excited upon seeing their attack take effect.

They had initially thought that this Great Xia Supreme God would be troublesome to deal with, but to their surprise, things were progressing much more smoothly than anticipated.

Song Zhong, who had been struck by the arrow, seemed oblivious; he paid no mind to the arrow wounds on his body and, after discarding the monster corpse in his hand, grabbed two more monsters by their necks.

Bang!

Two scorching flames, like bombs, directly shattered the heads of those two monsters.

The corpses fell to the ground, and countless tentacles emerged from the bloody wounds, but the Nine Li Fire Seed's flames did not extinguish; instead, the growing tentacles became fuel, and the flames began to spread across the center of the battlefield.

Song Zhong's actions left the mutated Norse Gods somewhat bewildered.

Although they had been corrupted by Cthulhu's power, they still retained basic rationality and judgment.

"Why... he clearly... was hit by my arrow!" Ullr, the God of Hunting, said in a hoarse voice.

"Never mind him. Since he can still move, we'll keep hitting him until he can't." Tyr, God of War, had already been roused to a bloodthirsty desire, his eyes filled with crimson.

"Charge! Kill that Great Xia Deity!"

Thor, the God of Thunder, raised his divine hammer high, and the crimson giant eye in the sky seemed to sense his plea; within the bloody giant eye, countless distorted, wriggling bolts of lightning converged.

Rumble!

Bloody lightning descended from the sky, heading straight for Song Zhong.

This lightning contained terrifying corrupting power, and with the blessing of Cthulhu's power, this strike's destructive force had already surpassed that of a Divine-Grade.

Song Zhong looked up at the terrifying bloody lightning; facing such a fearsome attack, there was no fear on his face.

"Decent destructive power. In that case, let's all enjoy the art of explosion together!"

With a snap, Song Zhong lightly snapped his fingers, and in an instant, dense Firefly spots appeared across the battlefield.

The crimson lightning roared down, its terrifying power almost tearing space apart.

With a bang, a red explosion shockwave spread outwards with Song Zhong at its center, and this explosion, like a fuse, detonated all the Flares.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The mutated Norse Gods hadn't yet figured out what those light spots were when continuous explosions interrupted their thoughts.

Looking out, the Rainbow Bridge battlefield was now enveloped in a dazzling white light, a white light that even directly swallowed the explosion of the bloody lightning.

The terrifying commotion attracted the attention of Odin and Michael.

An eye grew on the back of Odin's head, and he looked at the terrifying explosive aura in the distance, laughing heartily: "So, the Great Xia Supreme God's method is to perish together?

What a pity, this place has already been covered by Cthulhu's blessing; give me a little time, and the Gods can be resurrected."

"Fighting me, and you still have the mind to worry about over there?"

Michael waved his six-winged feathers, and a brilliant golden light erupted from his holy sword.

The next second, Michael vanished from his original spot.

The moment Michael disappeared, countless golden feathers suddenly appeared all around Odin, illuminating the dim sky like countless lamps.

Odin's eyes narrowed, and a sense of crisis suddenly struck him.

In an instant, countless golden feathers, like guided munitions, flew rapidly towards Odin.

Odin was already surrounded by countless golden feathers and had no way to dodge.

Left with no choice, he could only once again grow countless tentacles, which coiled one by one around Odin's body, enveloping him.

From a distance, Odin looked like a giant tumor.

Each golden feather contained the holy power of the Heavenly Kingdom; these feathers, like scalpels, directly pierced into the tumor.

Puffs of black smoke emerged from the wounds, as if coated with potent poison, melting away the golden feathers.

However, the number of golden feathers was simply too great, continuously cutting into the giant tumor.

Michael appeared above the tumor at some point, continuously compressing the space of the Mortal Divine Realm, concentrating the power of the Mortal Divine Realm onto Odin.

A golden flame erupted from Michael's eyes, and he murmured devoutly: "Great Lord, please grant me a Miracle, a Miracle to utterly destroy Cthulhu!"

...

On the Rainbow Bridge battlefield, the aftershocks of the explosion had dissipated, and the ground was covered with severed limbs and remnants.

Thor, the God of Thunder, Tyr, God of War, and other Asgardian Divine-Grades, thanks to their formidable power and Cthulhu's blessing, were not fundamentally harmed in the explosion.

"What a complete fool, thinking he could defeat us so easily?" Thor, the God of Thunder, shook off the flesh and blood from his divine hammer and said coldly.

"Hmph, he's too naive. As long as these flesh and blood remain, everyone can still be resurrected," said Hela, the Goddess of Death.

"Anyway, now that the Great Xia Supreme God is dealt with, we can go help Lord Odin." Ullr, the God of Hunting, breathed a sigh of relief; the only one left to deal with was Michael.

The flesh and blood on the ground continuously wriggled; although the explosion's power was terrifying, under the gaze of that eerie Cthulhu eye, disgusting tendrils actually grew once again from the severed limbs.

Although the growth was very slow, given enough time, these severed limbs would still grow into new monsters.

"It's finally over. Let's go help Lord Odin; he seems to be in a tough fight as well."

Just as Thor, the God of Thunder, finished speaking and was about to leave, a terrifying high temperature suddenly erupted from the battlefield ahead.

Something's not right!

Thor and the other Norse Gods looked back at the center of the battlefield, only to see a brilliantly vibrant nine-colored flame burning fiercely.

"Hehehehehe..."

A strange laugh emanated from within the flames, its volume fluctuating, as elusive as the flames themselves.

"As expected, it's easier to burn once shattered; at least you monsters won't run around anymore."

A blurry figure emerged from within the nine-colored flames.

With each step the figure took, the area enveloped by the flames expanded.

Thor, the God of Thunder, instinctively held his breath; they, of course, knew who that figure was—the Great Xia Supreme God was not dead!

"Explosions, flames... could the opponent be a God who controls the Law of fire?" Hela, the Goddess of Death's voice trembled slightly.

"Don't panic. Even if he survived, he must be injured. If we work together, we can definitely kill him," said Tyr, God of War.