Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 30 Stalemate

The heavy hammer roared past and crashed down.

Unarmed, Xin Zang dared not take the blow head-on, so he used the recoil to roll away and dodge.

And the spot where he was originally standing.

Wood chips flew everywhere; a heavy wooden pillar that required two people to hug was smashed, sending splinters flying.

A huge gash appeared, demonstrating the power of the attack.

Although he managed to dodge, Xin Zang's rhythm was disrupted.

Taking advantage of the situation, several dragonblood kobolds gathered their strength, their armor clashing and heavy weapons waving, completely blocking his escape route.

At this critical moment.

"Hey, you big kobold down there, look up and see who I've caught!"

The clear, crisp voice of the mixed-race drow rang out from above.

Monk paused, then tilted his head back.

The kobolds around them all raised their heads in unison.

On the high platform, the drow elf somehow managed to sneak up behind the abbot.

The seemingly indestructible golden aura protecting the old abbot was actually breached by her extraordinary power.

Zhuo Er used his right hand to form a chop, pressing it against the old dog-headed man's throat.

Although the hands of a drow elf are fair and slender, no one dares to underestimate a superhuman.

Moreover, he is an extraordinary individual whose strength lies in close combat.

The old abbot's forehead was covered in large beads of cold sweat, which streamed down his face, and he dared not breathe.

Now that Buddha can no longer give him a sense of security, he can no longer maintain his identity, and his legs are about to give way and he is about to kneel down.

Monk frowned, his massive hammer, covered in sawdust, hovering in mid-air.

The scene froze instantly.

The fat monk Huizhen, who was hiding behind a stone seat not far away, heard the sound of weapons clashing stop, and then he mustered up the courage to stick out half of his bald head and look around.

Just when everyone's attention was drawn to the high platform,

An unexpected change occurred.

A blinding white light shone from Monk's chest, carrying a surge of divine power.

The light condensed into a sharp beam, shooting straight towards the high platform.

The angle was cunning and ruthless; it was clearly intended to kill two birds with one stone, including the old abbot and that mixed-race drow.

Since the old abbot had been taken hostage and become a burden, the god behind Monk simply decided to overturn the table as well.

He could conveniently let his followers take over the Southern City-State, and also frame the Great Abbot's death as a foreign race, stirring up public anger and gaining an advantage in this battle for the unclaimed divine realm.

But Sun Lang, the dog-headed god, overlooked one thing.

He wasn't the only one watching the show in the current situation.

In mid-air, Liang Jiu watched the beam of light shoot out rapidly; he had already anticipated this.

He stretched out his right hand and casually clenched it in the air.

That beam of light, imbued with divine power, was like a cigarette butt extinguished by a finger.

It flickered abruptly in mid-air before vanishing into nothingness.

To the mortals below, the scene appeared somewhat strange.

All they saw was a flash of light on Monk's chest, and then... nothing more.

Monk Huizhen rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things, but then noticed that the expressions of the people around him were similar.

But in a higher-dimensional perspective, this brief exchange...

Both sides have already revealed their cards.

Liang Jiu clearly sensed that although the opponent's divine power was highly destructive, its magnitude was not exaggerated, and the means of control were so crude that they were unbearable to look at.

In contrast, their own forces, having accumulated divine power through multiple evolutions and possessing more refined control, firmly held the upper hand over the opponent.

But since we're here, we should leave something behind.

Liang Jiu raised an eyebrow, and his divine power hooked onto the lingering fluctuations that had not yet completely dissipated, intending to follow the trail and teach him a lesson along the divine power connection.

But as soon as a thought crossed my mind, the feedback from my fingertips went blank.

Sun Lang's behavior in the Divine Realm was not as arrogant as it was in the mortal world. When he realized that his divine power was being crushed and that he had run into a tough opponent, he immediately unplugged the network cable without saying a word and did not dare to show his face again.

However, Liang Jiu did not come away empty-handed; during the brief connection, he also figured out the location of the enemy's main base.

The battle between the gods ended silently, but the mess left for mortals to clean up remained.

The atmosphere in the main hall became even more tense because of that beam of light.

Several dragonblood kobolds were panting heavily, their breathing mixed with the occasional clanging of iron armor plates, which sounded particularly jarring in the empty space.

These burly men stared at Xin Zang in the middle, but none of them dared to take another step forward.

On the high platform, the old abbot's neck was still being held by the mixed-race Zhuo'er.

Monk's hand, gripping the hammer handle, bulged with veins.

He stared at the long-eared woman above him and said, "You alien race that doesn't believe in gods, as long as you release the elder, we can grant you your freedom. I swear on the honor of the Dragonblood Warrior."

"Give me freedom? How arrogant!"

Zhuo Er chuckled, turned his head slightly, and looked over the heavy encirclement below, landing on Xin Zang.

"My dear, come to me."

Xin Cang's eyes twitched.

He really wanted to tell her to shut up and stop calling him that disgusting name. But given the current situation, he could only go along with her for the time being.

Spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, Xin Zang, carrying the broken sword, strode forward.

As he passed by, he heard the low growls of the dragonblood kobolds around him, but out of respect for the old abbot above, they made way for him. Xin Zang swaggered through the gaps between their weapons.

As soon as he stepped onto the high platform, Zhuo Er casually pushed the limp old abbot into Xin Zang's arms.

The old man had a foul odor that wafted into his nose, making Xin Zang frown.

He cooperated by grabbing the old abbot by the back of the neck and pressing half of the blade against his neck, his actions even more brutal than Zhuo'er's.

The old abbot trembled in pain but didn't dare utter a sound.

Seeing that the hands had been switched, Zhuo Er relaxed completely.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of kobolds who seemed to want to devour her alive, she brazenly stretched.

Like a cat at dawn, she was slender yet strong, with a few strands of white hair sliding down her dark cheeks.

Shinzo glanced at her, his blade remaining motionless: "You could have easily run away yourself."

"Where could you possibly run off to, my dear?"

Zhuo Er lowered his arm and turned around.

The light from the scattered crystals on the dome of the main hall shone on her face, making her smile appear bright, but there seemed to be sadness in her light-colored pupils.

"Also, remember, from now on call me Liz."