C434 The Slaughtering of Gods

Ah!

The god let out a piercing scream. His three-meter-tall body was hanging on Jiang Dao's thick arm like a tiny scarecrow. His voice echoed in all directions.

All the organs in his chest were shattered by Jiang Dao's palm blade in an instant.

However!

Even so, he was still alive.

Because the god's vitality was beyond imagination!

In essence