The two remaining traitorous demons were already having second thoughts after their companions were killed, but it was their deepest longing for the divine body that kept them from leaving.
Just like a hyena seeing fresh flesh, it will absolutely not be satisfied until it tears off a piece.
They could only try to break through the gap by relying on the almost infinite horde of monsters, while waiting for an opportunity to act and hide themselves from the three men.
But while they were still struggling with their doubts, God had already left their side. The phenomenon of the divine being falling into the ruins was too shocking for them to miss, no matter how blind they were.
"Something happened...! Oh my god!"
The female monster let out a cry of surprise, and then the entire ruins shook. The eight men lying on the ground inexplicably floated in mid-air, as if they had been awakened by some force.
A great deal of divine power swirled around their bodies, and different colored lights circled around them, almost illuminating the central altar. The outline of the gods' authority was faintly revealed, and their so-called human forms began to fade away.
The true form of the deity began to appear.
"It's over...."
Another humanoid monster let out a desperate cry, for he knew that even if he wanted to escape now, it was too late.
They had anticipated all possibilities, even taking into account the most powerful beings. They thought victory was assured and they were certain of winning, but they never expected such an unbelievable scene to unfold.
The divine essence of the gods returned voluntarily, awakening their divine nature and allowing them to return to their divine positions.
Is this reasonable?
The problem seemed to materialize on the faces of both humanoid monsters.
But no one can answer them now. Neither Bai Xi, who is still asleep, nor the gods who are merging with their divine powers, nor the three who are still conscious present, can understand them.
All the world needs to know is that before the primordial god awoke, seven other gods had already opened their eyes.
Eyes of different colors opened simultaneously in the slightly dark plaza of statues, and seven scepters stood faintly above the heads of each god, symbolizing the unparalleled and awe-inspiring power of absolute divine authority.
Even the Demon King, the progenitor of vampires, and the Archangel would have to admit that the seven elemental gods in their complete forms, possessing divine positions, are incredibly powerful and invincible.
They are the true, unchallenged authorities of this era.
They are outdated and should have left this era long ago.
The moment the pale golden eyes of the God of Light, Nophiel, opened, the entire statue square lit up simultaneously. This deity, symbolizing holiness and glory, has been the most worshipped god throughout countless ages.
Human beings believe in the God of Light, regarding Him as the absolute and only God, and firmly believe that by receiving His response, all their wishes can be fulfilled.
Divinity was fully manifested in him; he was indifferent and disdainful, yet it seemed to be mixed with compassion and benevolence, watching over all living beings.
Unfortunately, the monsters were not within the scope of his 'mercy'; they simply vanished in large numbers the moment they came into contact with his divine power.
The followers of the Dark God are found among all races. They are ostracized heretics, struggling cultists, but with the Dark God, they worship Greyius, a power that comes from the depths of their souls.
They admired the unique personality of the Dark God and wanted to become his followers, as unconventional as him, roaming the continent without any constraints.
Greysius's chilling aura was undisguised, and his eerie green snake eyes held the ferocity unique to beasts. In an instant, the statue square became cold and chilling, as if one had fallen into an ice cellar. Dark elements filled the entire area, and the monsters had no way to resist, melting away under this most aggressive element.
The Dark God's expression remained unchanged, arrogant and disdainful of everything. His handsome face showed only indifference to life. He was not a qualified god, but he was a qualified killer.
No being can survive angering the Dark God, without exception.
Not to mention the demons, who are filthy in the eyes of the gods.
The forest god Haransel was already surrounded by vast swathes of plants, and the desolate underground ruins could bloom with absolute vitality under his divine power.
Green symbolizes 'life' and exerts a terrifying suppressive force on monsters, causing them all to tremble and submit, frozen in place, unable to move.
The mania and madness were suppressed, and all that awaited them were sharp vines that pierced through them, dissolved them, and turned them into ashes, leaving not even a core of ash.
Harlanser's ruby-like eyes swept across the room, seemingly unconcerned about his sudden awakening after years of slumber, and indifferent to the trivial matter of being 'imprisoned'.
The god of the forest may be tolerant and gentle, but he is only gentle to his own followers; everyone else can be eliminated.
Gods are like that; they seem loving, but are actually cruel, and even the god of the forest is no exception.
Water can embrace all rivers, or it can become a deadly weapon, depending on the choice of its controller. Clearly, at this moment, the sea god, now awake, is not happy; his thin lips are pressed into a straight line, and his expression is cold and stern.
Rosette's deep, ocean-like eyes also revealed murderous intent and agitation.
When you gaze into the deep sea, the deep sea also covets your life.
There are only two choices left: conquer it or be swallowed up by it.
The only difference between the ocean and the abyss is that the seabed can give birth to new life, while the abyss only devours everything.
Rosette's long fish tail seemed to be impatient, frequently slapping against the waves created by divine power, stirring up a lot of water. The cold seawater washed over the statue square, and the monsters had no way to escape.
Even the two surviving traitors were left in a sorry state.
But this is not the end; it is the beginning of a nightmare.
Even the kindest dragons are not to be underestimated. The dragon race was once the most powerful race on the entire continent of Coral, not to mention their dragon god.
The roar of the Sky God resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and even those outside the ruins could hear this awe-inspiring roar, as if announcing to all living beings the return of the god.
Ficklin's golden vertical pupils were etched with the arrogance unique to dragons. Beasts may not have much emotion, but the pride of dragons is a dignity that exists in their very bones from the very beginning of their species.
Even if he is the kindest god, it doesn't mean he can be challenged.
Instead, the monsters witnessed what the Dragon's Wrath truly meant.
A vast amount of divine power was used to fight against the horde of monsters. Their attacks seemed futile, and escape became a luxury. Even the nearly 'infinite' number of monsters was dwindling due to the massive loss of life.
As a result, the monsters pouring in from the passage became sparse and pitiful, no longer as ferocious as they were at the beginning.
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