The battle, once Lann saw through the composition of Da Gun's physical form, could be said to have no suspense.
Originally, Da Gun's weight and strength, akin to a battle-hardened elephant, were terrifying enough.
And He led His followers by His side, like a pack of bloodthirsty killer whales.
The Da Gun Temple wasn't large, about the size of two badminton courts.
The enormous flesh of the Evil God charged and collided, occasionally using supernatural leaps to trample.
And His followers, with claws sharp enough to fight against armor and blades, and muscle mass far beyond normal humans, were capable of massacring ordinary people.
More importantly, there were quite a few of them.
Lann didn't pay much attention to these deep ones, but he was well aware that in a direct confrontation of strength, he could at most match up to three deep ones.
Currently, there were at least a dozen deep ones in the Da Gun Temple, which would make it difficult for Lann to maneuver around.
