"Did we really take Him down?"
Covered in blood, Brother Meow leaned on his great axe, panting hard. He stared in disbelief at the shattered throne ahead, where bloodlight still swirled. The Master of Hunting's torso, blown in half, had already perished the instant it collapsed. In that spray of blood-sand like shaved ice, only some bone-like things scattered across this Divine Kingdom that was on the verge of collapse.
Even now Brother Meow still felt like he was dreaming. He slapped his own face, then said to Niu Niu, who was also leaning on his weapon and gasping for breath beside him:
"We really killed a god? That wasn't as hard as I imagined. Lord Paryen popped his skills and tanked in front, we just flanked around and kept hacking away from behind. Those five-digit damage numbers looked gorgeous, downright satisfying."
"Aren't you just talking nonsense?"
Niu Niu, bracing himself on his greatsword, complained:
