"What exactly is this ability..."
The Death God spoke with a hint of fear in his voice, gritting his teeth, and used his power to transform into a scythe, swinging it near his severed arm on the shoulder to cut off the remaining half of the limb.
Once detached from the body and no longer sustained by the original power, the remaining half of the severed arm, like the other half that was originally connected to it, shared the same fate, turning to dust within seconds.
And it wasn't just him.
Earlier, he should have blocked the attacks of other enemies to cover the retreat of his subordinate gods, but now, his actions had been interrupted.
He turned to look behind him.
The artillery fire, not particularly dense, in coordination with the abilities of those equivalent to True God-level powerhouses, did not hit evenly but instead focused all its firepower on two of his subordinate gods.
