Golden blood on Ares' body continuously erupted from the wounds, like a distant fountain, instantly staining the area around his body.
He lay on the ground, pupils dilated, angrily growling at Long Fei, "Who are you?"
"Heavenly Emperor!"
Long Fei calmly looked at him, raising his hand to pull the long spear out of Ares.
Ares curled up into a ball, his heart suddenly stopped beating.
He died under his long spear; the blow had shattered all the tendons in his body.
Even with the powerful golden bloodline like his, he could no longer repair his damaged flesh.
"Killed a god!"
"He killed the War God!"
"Oh my God!"
"I feel like I'm dreaming."
"This can't be true."
"..."
A group of knights behind were so scared they fell to their knees, desperately begging Zeus for forgiveness.
Long Fei tossed the long spear and shield to Paris, not far away.
