Lear looked at the wriggling flesh of the Abyss Duke within the Swamp Divine Kingdom, raising an eyebrow slightly.
He could clearly sense that the opponent's soul had not yet dissolved and was still attached to the flesh.
As long as given time, it could still recover.
To completely kill a being with divinity, indeed, requires some means.
If it's of the same level, it's even harder. Even if they can't win, can't they escape?
Being able to easily take down this Evil God isn't because the opponent is weak, but because his strength has already surpassed expectations.
Lear had previously obtained a piece of the Abyss Duke's flesh, which he sealed within the Land of Crimson Rot, continuously devouring the Power of the Void to provide energy.
Later, it was completely consumed.
Therefore, he has a favorable impression of the flesh of these Evil Gods.
As he pondered, his gaze shifted slightly.
This Abyss Duke made him grasp his own power directly for the first time.
