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After dealing with the Vortex Demon God, Clint hurriedly undid his enchantment. Panting heavily, he began falling when Mosley caught him. His appearance had reverted to normal now. "That was incredible, Mr. Melton," Mosley could not help but praise.

Clint replied nonchalantly, "It's nothing. I just slowed everything connected to him by a hundredfold and then threw him into the sun."

Mosley's eyes narrowed as he smiled awkwardly. "Haha, you're quite modest. But Mr. Melton, aren't you afraid he might absorb the sun too?"

"That's impossible." Clint waved his hand dismissively. "Didn't you notice? His body has limits, meaning he's not a true god. He's just a replica created by the Illuminion."

"Well, you always know best. So, what do we do next-" Mosley started to say but was interrupted as No. 10 appeared before them, dragging Shane along.

"Well, well, you guys really did it, huh? You actually took him down," No. 10 said with a hint of sarcasm.

Mosley watched No. 10 warily and retorted, "That was pretty average. Is this the god you summoned? With all the effort you put into this, you'd be better off focusing on something else. You're so skinny that you look like a monkey, especially with that pointy nose of yours. "Anyone who knows you're from the Illuminion might think you're a knight, but those who don't might mistake you for a cosplaying goblin. You're called No. 10, but I think you should be the Joker instead.

"Is that hat of yours supposed to liven up the atmosphere? Do you have doves or rabbits in that? And that cane of yours-"

"Shut up!" No. 10 screeched, unable to endure Mosley's relentless insults. He pulled out a bunch of capsules from his hand and smashed them to the ground.

Countless demon gods identical to the Vortex Demon God emerged, their numbers darkening half the sky.

"Why did you have to taunt him like that?" Clint said, exasperated.

"How was I supposed to know he had such a bad temper? Hey, Joker, I take back what I said, okay?" Mosley pleaded, still unable to stop himself from grinning. "Shut up, Mosley!" Clint snapped but could not help but laugh as well.

"You bastard!" No. 10's face turned bright red with rage as he flailed his arms wildly. "I'll make you pay for this!"

"This just makes you look more like a clown," Mosley continued to taunt.

"I'll kill you!" No. 10 screamed.

With that, a horde of Vortex Demon Gods summoned vortices and launched them at Mosley and Clint.

In an instant, the northern defense was swallowed up, and the vortices continued to advance at high speed.

...

Nash was still in mid-journey, his mind plunged into deep thought.

"The Illuminion... Experiments..."

He recalled his father's mysterious abduction, and a sense of dread lingered in his mind. This was why he insisted that Benedict and the others stay behind to protect everyone. If his suspicions were

correct, his father might have been

used as a test subject.

However, the person before him now was his real father. That feeling he gave off, that demeanor, and those eyes-they were impossible to replicate.

Moreover, he had not detected any

godly power in his father's body, so

at least for now, his father waste.

What might happen in the future, however, was uncertain... noveldrama

Another matter concerned him. Nash stretched out his hand, revealing a small sphere of godly

power Torah had given him. This et

sphere that was formed in the clone pulsed with an aura that seemed familiar to him. Where had be encountered it before?

...

By this time, Nash had arrived at the northern border. The vortices created by the Vortex Demon Gods were on the verge of destroying everything in their path.