Global Gods: Digital God

What? !

Hearing Yang Jin's words, the expression on the face of the Elf God Jimora suddenly changed, and soon a sneer appeared on his face.

Even if he was injured, so what?

The guy on the opposite side was just a demigod, and a demigod could never defeat a true god.

"You are just a demigod, and the power in your body is limited. I want to see how long you can maintain such an attack!"

A low voice came out of Jimora's mouth, and the undisguised murderous intent looked at Yang Jin's position.

Later, he would make this ant who dared to attack him again live a life worse than death!

"I really can't hold on for long, but how long can your body hold on?"

Yang Jin sneered when he heard the other party's words. This appearance of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside really showed that the Elf God on the opposite side had not fully recovered from his injuries.

Boom.

Another Zero cruise missile was fired.

Yang Jin rushed towards the Elf God Jimora holding the Elf Sword. Since the opponent did not dare to take the sword light that was comparable to the attack of the True God.

Then he forced the opponent to take this sword.

"You dare to come over!"

The Elf God Jimora looked at Yang Jin who was no longer releasing the Zero Cruise Missile and rushed over, and laughed in anger.

Even if he was a wounded True God, he was still a True God. The opponent was just a small demigod, who dared to take the initiative to approach him.

"Cut."

Yang Jin waved the Elf Sword in his hand and slashed at Jimora's position again.

The brilliant sword energy was like a flash of lightning, and it appeared beside him in an instant.

Puff...

The sword energy fell, and Jimora stood there with a gloomy face and resisted it, staring at Yang Jin fiercely with bloodshot eyes.

Nothing? !

Yang Jin looked at Jimora who resisted a sword not far away, thinking quickly in his heart, and slashed again.

Woo.

The long sword wailed, and the remaining aura of the true god on it was finally lost under this sword.

The moment it was slashed, the long sword cracked and turned into a useless sword.

Swish!

The sword light came again, and the elf true god Jimora raised his arm, and the rules belonging to the true god radiated from his body.

He threw a punch, and the oncoming sword light shattered.

"Without that sword, you are now ready to die."

Jimora stood in place and laughed coldly. The godhood that had been repaired a lot in his body appeared again, and the cracks were still spreading.

His heart was bleeding. Could it be that he had to stay in this ghost place for thousands of years?

"That's not necessarily true."

Yang Jin looked at the very embarrassed Jimora, without any fear on his face, and even a smile appeared on his face.

"You are a level 3 True God, right? That can explain why you can watch the destruction of the elves."

"From your performance just now, your physical condition is probably worse than I thought, which means I can drag you to death."

Drag me to death?

Hearing Yang Jin's words, Jimora seemed to have heard a big joke, and his mouth curled with disdain.

Even if he was injured, it was not something a demigod could drag him down.

"Go to hell."

Jimora was too lazy to talk nonsense, and his figure flashed, and he moved to the top of Yang Jin's head like teleporting.

Bang.

The attack fell, and Yang Jin's body was no longer there.

"Roar!"

The next moment, three Tyrannosaurus beasts appeared in its eyes, and at the same time as the roar sounded, the orange-red super flames had already sprayed out.

"Die."

The Elf True God Jimora's body passed through the flames, and with one kick, one punch, and one palm, the three Tyrannosaurus beasts died in its hands without any resistance.

But then, three Tyrannosaurus beasts rushed towards it from the entrance of the passage fearlessly.

"I forgot to tell you, I am not an individual god, I am a race god."

Yang Jin, who had already hidden far away, looked at the elf true god Jimora and said loudly.

The most powerful of the race gods has never been their individual strength, but the various blessings brought to them by the race.

Even if Yang Jin has no fighting power at this moment, there are many Digimon in the entire Digital God Realm. Even if they are piled up, they are enough to kill the injured true god in front of him.

When Jimora heard the three words "race god", he was shocked all over. He finally understood why the human demigod of the opponent said that he would drag him to death.

"Get out."

But he did not retreat. He controlled his body like a meteor and smashed towards Yang Jin's position.

The most effective way to deal with the race god is of course the decapitation plan.

As long as the god is dead, these races will not pose any threat.

"Roar!"

"For the Father."

One by one, the Digimon walked out of the portal, shouting slogans and rushing towards Kimora's position.

Puff...

Puff...

Kill, kill, kill!

Kimora didn't know how many of these intelligent monsters he had killed, but the position of the human demigod was only a few dozen meters closer.

"Retreat, if you don't leave now, you're really going to be exhausted to death here."

Looking at the Digimon that was still launching suicide attacks on it, Kimora had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

This passage has only one exit.

In other words, the human demigod opposite could not escape at all.

"But what about the treasure deep inside?"

Thinking of the treasure deep underground that it was determined to obtain and had cultivated for thousands of years, Jimora became hesitant again.

He had narrowly escaped death for this treasure, and finally survived.

If he retreats like this now, the treasure will most likely fall into the hands of this human demigod.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. Even if he takes the treasure, he can't escape from my grasp."

Muttering in his heart, Jimora finally made up his mind, and his whole body no longer continued to move forward, but quickly retreated.

"Want to run?"

"There's no door!"

Yang Jin's attention has been focused on Jimora. In order to kill this true god, he has lost tens of thousands of Digimon.

When he saw the opponent retreating, he stood up.

Zero cruise missile.

boom.

The moment the missile reached Jimora's body, it exploded.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spat out from Jimora's mouth.

His body has already reached its limit.

At this moment, he was hit by the Zero cruise missile again, and he finally couldn't suppress the injuries in his body.

"kill!"

Yang Jin did not step forward rashly, but ordered the Digimon to attack Jimora again.