Facing the giant wolf fang club smashing towards him, Kofatis showed no expression, while the club began to become covered in frost in mid-air, rapidly enveloped in snow at an observable speed, eventually losing its momentum and dropping straight into the snow.
But Kofatis did not continue to attack, instead quietly watching the crowd.
In response, everyone felt apprehensive in their hearts, remaining cautiously alert without any movement.
Meanwhile, in the distant Central Land, Fu Sang's expression was very ugly, coldly glancing at the imprisoned Twelve Main Gods.
He slowly spoke, "Why do you persist in vain struggle? I can summon characters more powerful than Kofatis in the near future, the overthrow of this world is a settled matter, resistance is futile."
"Are we supposed to surrender our neck to slaughter? We must try to resist, what if we succeed?" The God of Space spoke with difficulty, seemingly exhausted by Fu Sang's suppressive power, so his tone was also weak.
