As the divine points spread and merged into the ground, the dark gods charging in front immediately sensed something ominous.
Just as they were about to unleash their dark god powers, they suddenly realized that the ground beneath them was writhing like a tide. Sharp earthen spikes erupted from below like bamboo shoots after the rain, aiming straight for their abdomens.
The spikes came so suddenly that the dark gods—blinded by greed and having lost their reason—had no time to react. Their bodies were instantly impaled, and foul-smelling blood gushed from the gaps between the spikes, corroding the earth with a sizzling sound, thick black smoke rising into the air.
"Ahhh!"
The dark gods in front couldn't help but let out miserable screams. The bone-piercing pain nearly shattered their minds.
After all, ever since they had become dark gods, they had rarely—if ever—been injured. This kind of excruciating, piercing pain was beyond what they could endure.
