Chapter 1354: Crossing the Boundary Means Death

A blade wreathed in flame pierced Garuda's chest, the terrifying fire power burning through his body.

"...... This terrifying burning force rivals a main god's divine artifact, yet I've never seen such an artifact in my life."

Should I admit that my experience is limited? It's truly unbelievable.

Garuda laughed loudly; even as his body burned and blood poured down, his face remained cold, indifferent as if seeing nothing.

His wings, far tougher than steel, beat violently to block the incoming weapons one by one.

It wasn't that Garuda felt no pain—he knew that if he paused for even an instant from pain, the next moment, countless weapons would pierce his body.

A single blade injuring him was still manageable.

Even if that blade rivaled a main god's artifact, it was still the same... after all, it wasn't fully activated as a divine artifact, merely launched like an arrow.

But if all these weapons pierced his body, no matter how strong he was, he would be gravely wounded then... Could Su Han, who could unleash so many weapons, be a mere ordinary figure? Garuda didn't believe it.

So he understood clearly: if he truly became gravely wounded, that would be the moment Su Han killed him.

"...... Father!"

Garal cried out, doubting at this moment he was dreaming, unable to believe what he saw was real.

"Why is this happening? So many divine artifacts! Is this truly reality and not illusion? How could such a thing possibly occur?"

Garak stared grimly at this scene.

Compared to Garal, Garak was undoubtedly more composed.

Yet even with all his composure, seeing this scene left him dizzy and disoriented.

Garak was not, like Garuda, the supreme deity of the Eight Heavenly Dragons from Indian mythology.

But he was a demigod bearing divine bloodline.

He had followed behind Garuda, witnessing far too much.

But the key issue was... the more one had witnessed, the more one was stunned under such circumstances.

"Vishnu's discus, Shiva's trident..."

Garak murmured, naming one after another divine artifact holding exalted positions in Indian mythology.

He also saw divine artifacts holding high status in other mythologies.

"Let's go kill that guy!"

Garal gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, turning to gaze far off at Su Han.

After a long silence, Garak looked deeply at Garal, "Do you think someone who can launch so many top-tier divine artifacts could possibly be an ordinary person?"

"But we can't just stand here and watch Father God die!"

Garal glared coldly at Garak, growling, "Even if that guy is stronger, we must at least buy Father God a chance to breathe."

"Not to mention! No one is perfect—perhaps... that guy is only skilled in ranged attacks."

"His close combat isn't strong!"

Garal strained to think of the best possible way.