The Mingdou Mountains were filled with smoke. The smoke of war was like a ferocious dragon, winding and circling between the mountains, completely engulfing this once peaceful mountain range.

The ground was riddled with holes under the ravages of the soul guides, and huge craters were densely distributed, like craters on the surface of the moon, exuding the breath of death and despair. The surrounding trees had long been burned to ashes, leaving only charred remains, swaying in the wind, and creaking in pain from time to time.

Dai Hao led the remnants of his defeated army and formed a small defense circle against a steep mountain wall.

His armor was broken, and the silver armor was covered with blood and dust. Some places were even deeply sunken, revealing the blood-stained clothes inside. His face was covered with sweat and dust. A long wound ran from his forehead to his cheek. Blood slowly dripped down his cheek and dripped onto the dry land under his feet, creating dark red blood flowers. However, his eyes were still firm, and he held the long sword tightly in his hand. The cold light on the sword flickered under the reflection of the fire, as if telling of his determination not to surrender.

"Marshal, our numbers are decreasing. This is not a solution!" a young soldier shouted in horror. His voice became hoarse due to fear and fatigue, and his eyes were full of fear of death and desire to survive.

Dai Hao gritted his teeth and shouted, "Hold on! Reinforcements will definitely come! None of our soldiers in the Xingluo Empire are cowards! Even if we die, we will die for a good cause!" Although his voice was a little weak, it was still full of strength. He tried to inject a little courage into these soldiers who were on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, a deafening roar came from a distance. Dai Hao looked up and saw a dark figure appearing in the sky.

They were the soul guide flying squadron of the Sun-Moon Empire. They rushed towards Dai Hao and the others like the black god of death. Each soul guide flashed with a cold metallic luster and gave off a terrifying aura.

"Get ready to meet the enemy!" Dai Hao shouted loudly. He clenched the sword in his hand, squatted slightly, and took a defensive posture.

The soldiers also forced themselves to cheer up and raised their weapons. Although their bodies were shaking, there was a determination in their eyes.

The soul guide flying team quickly approached, and soul guide rays poured down like raindrops. Dai Hao waved his sword and tried his best to resist the rays shot at him. However, the enemy's attack was too fierce, and the soldiers around him kept falling down, blood splattered on his body, making his eyes red.

"Marshal, go quickly! We will cover you!" a soldier shouted, his face full of determination. He rushed towards the enemy without hesitation and used his body to block a deadly ray of light for Dai Hao.

Dai Hao's heart was filled with grief and anger, he knew that he could not let these soldiers die in vain. Just as he was about to fight to the death, suddenly, a loud horn sounded from afar, the sound was like the light of dawn, penetrating the smoke and chaos on the battlefield and reaching people's hearts.

Immediately afterwards, an army came like a tide from the other side of the mountains.

The leader was a woman in golden armor. She was agile and looked like a god of war descending from the sky. The golden armor shone brightly in the sun, outlining her perfect body curves. Under the helmet was a beautiful and resolute face, with eyes as bright as stars, revealing decisiveness and wisdom. She was the princess of the Xing Luo Empire, Xu Jiujiu.

Next to her was Dai Yuheng.

Dai Yaoheng was tall and burly, wearing a black suit with silver patterns embroidered on it, exuding a cold aura. His eyes were fierce, and he held a big knife in his hand. The blade was thick and heavy, flashing with cold light, as if it could cut off all obstacles in front of him.

"Father! I'm here with reinforcements." Dai Yuheng was extremely anxious when he saw Dai Hao trapped, and he shouted loudly. His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing on the battlefield, full of anxiety and concern.

Xu Jiujiu's eyes focused, she waved the spear in her hand and shouted loudly: "Charge! Save Marshal Dai!" Her voice was crisp and powerful, like a charge on the battlefield, inspiring the morale of the soldiers.

The reinforcements of the Star Luo Empire rushed towards the army of the Sun and Moon Empire like a tiger descending from a mountain, and instantly launched a fierce battle with the enemy.

Dai Hao was relieved to see the reinforcements coming, but he knew the battle was not over yet. He endured the pain in his body, pulled himself together, and shouted: "Soldiers, fight back! For the Xingluo Empire, for our homeland!"

His voice was full of passion and fighting spirit, reigniting the fire in the soldiers' hearts.

Tianhun Empire, Noumenon Sect.

In a secret hall of the Tianhun Empire, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed to be tangible, weighing heavily on every corner.

The dome of the hall hangs high, painted with an ancient and mysterious star map. The erosion of time has caused the paint to peel off, just like the mottled situation of this continent at the moment. The pillars around are thick and ancient, and the soul beast patterns carved on them are faintly visible in the dim light.

Xiao Yan sat quietly at one side of the hall. He was dressed in a black robe, with a faint medicinal fragrance and strange energy fluctuations emanating from his sleeves. His face was handsome and resolute, his deep eyes were like the most mysterious black hole in the night sky, and his long black hair was neatly tied behind his head, which made him look as calm as a mountain.

At this moment, his fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the chair, making a rhythmic sound. Every tap seemed to be weighing the pros and cons of the world, and his thoughts had already drifted away, recalling the changes that had taken place on this continent over the years.

Du Bu Si stood in the center of the hall. He was tall and slightly hunched, wrapped in a gray robe. His eyes moved back and forth between Xiao Yan and Jing Hongchen, with complex light flashing in his eyes, showing both worry about the situation and confusion about the future.

Jing Hongchen was sitting opposite Xiao Yan. He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe embroidered with delicate golden silk threads. He had a thin face and his eyes were deep and wise. He was playing with a pair of warm jade balls in his hands. The slight sound of the jade balls colliding was particularly clear in the silent hall, as if it was the rhythm of his inner thoughts.

"Xiao Yan, there is accurate news from the royal family of the Sky Soul Empire." Du Bu Si was the first to break the silence. His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of worry that was difficult to conceal, and he said: "Now the Xing Luo Empire has reached a critical moment of life and death, and is seeking help from the Sky Soul and Dou Ling countries. If we don't take action, I'm afraid that in a few months, the Xing Luo Empire will be completely destroyed by the Sun Moon Empire."

His eyes were fixed on Xiao Yan, as if he was expecting him to give a clear answer, an answer that could change the direction of the situation on this continent.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan raised his head slightly, and looked through the window of the hall, looking at the distant sky covered by gunpowder. A trace of barely perceptible compassion flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "This Douluo Continent should have been a peaceful place, but it has fallen into dire straits because of this endless struggle. If the Xingluo Empire is destroyed, the balance of this continent will be completely broken, and many lives will be lost, and how many innocent people will suffer."

His fists clenched unconsciously, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in his heart.

"Senior Jing Hongchen, what do you think?" Xiao Yan turned his head and looked at Jing Hongchen, his voice calm but with a hint of expectation. He knew that Jing Hongchen was once an important figure in the Sun Moon Empire and was familiar with the situation of various forces. His opinion might provide some new ideas for this difficult decision.

Jing Hongchen frowned slightly, put down the jade ball in his hand, and sighed softly:

"The Xingluo Empire and the Sun-Moon Empire have been at odds for a long time. This war may seem like a fight between the two countries, but in fact it involves the power structure of the entire continent. In recent years, the Sun-Moon Empire has greatly increased its strength thanks to the development of soul guides, and it is ambitious to expand its territory. If the Xingluo Empire falls, the Tianhun and Douling countries may not be able to remain unscathed. Everyone understands the principle of the loss of lips and teeth. I think it is necessary to help."

His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and worry. As a soul engineer, he naturally understood the power of soul guides and the huge impact that the rise of the Sun-Moon Empire had brought to this continent.

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, agreeing with Jing Hongchen's words in his heart.

In the hall filled with a solemn atmosphere, Du Bu Si said with a worried look on his face: "According to reliable information, the Sun-Moon Empire now massacres every city they capture. Their actions are so brutal that it is appalling." After saying that, he could not help but sigh heavily, and the wrinkles on his face seemed even deeper because of his deep worry.

When Xiao Yan heard this, his heart suddenly tightened and a trace of anger and pity flashed in his eyes: "How can the Sun-Moon Empire be so cruel? The people in the city are all innocent." He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his heart was filled with resentment towards the evil deeds of the Sun-Moon Empire.

Jing Hongchen also said solemnly: "It is precisely because of the brutal behavior of the Sun-Moon Empire that the situation of the Xing Luo Empire has become increasingly critical. The people are in a state of panic. Although the soldiers are fighting hard, they are unable to withstand the powerful soul guide attacks of the Sun-Moon Empire. If this continues, the Xing Luo Empire may not be able to hold on."

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, and the jade ball in his hand stopped turning, showing how heavy he felt inside.

Du Bu Si nodded slightly and continued, "Although we have had some conflicts with the Xing Luo Empire, we cannot sit idly by in the face of such a major event that affects the lives of the people on the continent. After all, the people are innocent. If we allow the Sun and Moon Empire to continue to wreak havoc like this, this continent will fall into endless darkness and chaos."

There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind to take action.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and said slowly: "We must take action against the atrocities of the Sun-Moon Empire. However, I still need to go to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain the seventh spirit ring and improve my own strength. When I return, I will lead the Yan League to support the Xingluo Empire and completely end the war."

Du Bu Si looked at Xiao Yan, his eyes full of trust and expectation: "Okay, just go and improve your strength. We will make all the preparations during this period. When you come back, we will go to the Xing Luo Empire together to fight against the invasion of the Sun Moon Empire."

The Shrek Academy, which was once so glorious and coveted by countless people, has now become a dead place.

The gate of the college was half-open. When I walked into the college, the bustling scene of the past was no longer there, replaced by a desolate and sad scene.

On the spacious main road, the stone slabs that were once neatly arranged are now broken, some are warped, some are broken, and weeds grow in the gaps, swaying gently in the breeze. The branches and leaves of the trees on both sides of the road are withered, and occasionally a few yellow leaves fall down, swirling in the air, and finally landing gently on the ground.

The college's teaching buildings are scattered across the campus, but at this moment they look particularly eerie. The walls are covered with mosses and vines, which grow wantonly, as if they are about to swallow the buildings back into the embrace of nature.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Ye Xishui, leading Zhongli Wu, Long Xiaoyao and a group of believers, appeared in the square of the academy like ghosts.

Ye Xishui was wearing a floor-length black robe with strange dark gold patterns embroidered on it, which flickered in the dim light, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in it. Her hair was gray and messy, flying wantonly, and her face was covered with deep wrinkles, like a dry riverbed, but her eyes were flashing with crazy and greedy light, like two burning ghost fires, revealing a bone-chilling chill.

Zhongli Wu followed closely behind. He was tall and strong, wearing a dark purple suit that tightly wrapped around his muscular body, highlighting his explosive muscle lines. His face was broad and cold, as if it was cut by a knife or an axe, revealing a sinister aura.

Long Xiaoyao walked aside with an indifferent expression. He had a slender figure and a black windbreaker fluttering in the wind, giving people a carefree and unrestrained feeling.

The church members were dressed in black robes with blood-red unknown symbols embroidered on them. They lined up neatly behind Ye Xishui, exuding a murderous and evil aura. Everyone had a fanatical and ferocious look on their faces, as if they were a group of demons crawling out of the dark abyss, eager to wreak havoc on the ruins.

After Ye Xishui stood still, he let out a sharp and piercing laugh that echoed in the empty academy, startling a group of black crows perched on the ruins. They croaked and flew into the sky, adding a bit of ominous atmosphere to the gloomy scene.

"Hahaha, look, this is the once-powerful Shrek Academy!" Ye Xishui's voice was hoarse and distorted, like fingernails scratching across a dilapidated window frame, making people shudder. She flicked her sleeves and took out some bones from the soul guide. The bones were pale and had some undried blood on them.

"Humph, these so-called strong men are nothing but a pile of bones now!" Zhongli Wu sneered, his voice low and full of malice, his eyes flashing with the pleasure of revenge. He strode forward, raised his foot and stepped hard on a bone, the bone made a crisp sound under his feet, as if it was a whine of unwillingness.

Ye Xishui squatted down, picked up a piece of bone with her hand, and looked at it carefully in front of her eyes, as if she was appreciating a precious work of art: "Shrek Academy was once so glorious, but now it has ended up in such a miserable state, it's really sad."

After saying that, Ye Xishui took a deep breath, her cracked lips began to tremble slightly, and an ancient and obscure spell slowly squeezed out from between her teeth. The voice was low and hoarse, like the wail of a night owl, echoing in this empty academy, creepy.

As the spell was chanted, the air around them began to grow heavy, as if compressed by an invisible force. Black mist slowly rose from the ground and quickly spread, shrouding the entire academy in a dark haze.

"Use the power of Rakshasa to summon the souls of the dead; borrow the blood of the living to open the door to the afterlife!"

Ye Xishui's voice suddenly rose, sharp and shrill, piercing the sky. She paused with the staff in her hand, and hit the ground heavily. In an instant, the ground shook violently, and black cracks spread out like spider webs, quickly stretching towards the direction of Shrek City. At this time, the civilians in Shrek City were still immersed in the memories of the peaceful life in the past and the confusion about the future. Simple houses were arranged in an orderly manner, and the narrow streets were filled with faint smoke. Children were playing and laughing on the streets, chasing a worn-out leather ball. Their laughter was crisp and innocent, adding a rare vitality to this gray world.

The old people sat on the stone benches at the door, looking into the distance with empty eyes, the pipes in their hands flickering faint sparks from time to time. They were silently waiting for a turnaround in their lives, but they didn't know that a devastating disaster was about to come.

The black cracks were like the tentacles of a devil, silently sneaking into every corner of Shrek City.

At first, people did not notice anything unusual, they just felt a slight vibration under their feet, as if the earth was talking in its sleep. However, a moment later, a strong suction force erupted from the cracks, and the unsuspecting civilians were instantly sucked in.

"Mom!" A little girl screamed in fear. She tightly grasped the corner of her mother's clothes, her eyes full of fear and helplessness. However, the mother was dragged away mercilessly by the powerful force, leaving only one hand reaching out to her daughter, struggling in vain in the air. The little girl's body was gradually sucked into the crack, and her crying gradually disappeared into the darkness, as if she had never existed in this world.

"Help! What is this?" A young man desperately clung to a stone pillar. His body was almost deformed by the suction force, and the muscles on his face were twisted by fear and effort. But the stone pillar also seemed fragile in the face of this evil force, and cracks gradually appeared, and finally collapsed, and the man was swallowed by the darkness.

The couples clung to each other, trying to use each other's strength to resist the irresistible suction, but their bodies still slid towards the cracks involuntarily. Their eyes were filled with despair and reluctance, and their hands were tightly clasped, as if they could hold on to each other's lives and this world that was about to disappear.

As the souls of the civilians were continuously sucked in, the pale bones in front of Ye Xishui began to tremble violently, making a creaking sound, as if the awakened dead were cheering.

A layer of faint green light gradually appeared on the surface of the bones, and a vague human outline appeared in the light. Ghost-like lights flickered in the empty eye sockets, which was eerie and terrifying.

"Hahaha, it worked!" Ye Xishui laughed wildly, and her laughter echoed in this land of death, sounding particularly harsh. Her eyes were full of pride and madness, as if at this moment, she had become a god who dominated life and death.

"With the help of the Rakshasa power, these old masters of Shrek Academy will be resurrected as undead spirits, and their strength will be even greater than before."

Her goal was clear - to revive the old masters of Shrek Academy who had died. There was a very forbidden sacrificial method in the inheritance of the Rakshasa God - the resurrection of the dead. She knew that this method of resurrection was not something that ordinary people could bear. The resurrected old masters would no longer be human, but would exist in the form of dead souls. What was even more terrifying was that this sacrifice required a huge sacrifice, and she needed to exchange countless souls.

Her eyes were cold and there was a hint of sneer on the corner of her mouth.

Shrek City, this once glorious city, is now in ruins. Most of the residents in the city are helpless civilians, living at the bottom, suffering and hopeless. Their souls will be the best sacrifice.

The sacrificial ritual began, Ye Xishui's spell became deeper and deeper, and the talisman in her hand flashed a terrifying light.

Suddenly, her eyes became extremely empty, like two bottomless black holes, absorbing all the light around them. The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, and the atmosphere around her became oppressive and weird, as if the entire space was controlled by some invisible force.

The atmosphere in the entire Shrek City became extremely oppressive, as if some invisible force had locked up all life. Whether it was a wandering child, a tired businessman, or a gentle elder, all the civilians suddenly stopped what they were doing, with a hint of confusion and fear in their eyes, but they could not move.

Then, Ye Xishui raised her head, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She opened her hands again, as if to embrace the entire city. As she moved, the dark aura surged in all directions like a tide, covering the entire Shrek City. Every inch of the air seemed to be filled with the smell of death, and every stone pillar and every building on the street seemed to have become an altar of death.

With a low call, the souls of every civilian in the city began to be drawn away by an invisible force. Those originally silent people suddenly had empty eyes and slightly opened mouths, as if making a silent cry.

Ye Xishui's sacrifice is not only to revive the old man, but also to devour all souls.

Countless souls began to gather around her, like a gray haze, slowly rising. The souls of those helpless civilians were stripped away in an instant, turning into surging black mist, gathering in Ye Xishui's palm.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement and fanaticism, and she felt these souls floating in her palms, bringing with them powerful energy.

"More, more!" Ye Xishui whispered, as if guiding this power.

Following her summons, every corner of Shrek City began to be devoured by this power. The souls flew and struggled in the air, screaming silently, as if resisting this terrible sacrifice. However, no matter how they struggled, they could not escape Ye Xishui's summons in the end. Their bodies began to become empty, as if all the breath of life had been drained away, leaving only the ethereal souls floating in the air.

She began to gather these souls on the altar. As the souls gathered, the divine rune on the altar began to emit a dazzling purple light. The ground of the entire Shrek Academy began to shake, and the air around it was almost torn apart. The light and darkness in the air intertwined, forming a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Sacrifice!" Ye Xishui's voice became unusually high-pitched, with crazy passion. She waved her hand, and all the souls and blood instantly condensed into a huge black vortex. This vortex continued to rotate, absorbing everything around it, until the life breath of the entire Shrek City gathered at this point, becoming the ultimate power of Ye Xishui's sacrifice.

The souls of these civilians were sucked into the black vortex. Every time a soul was devoured, it would let out a silent wail. As the souls dissipated, the blood turned into countless red mists, filling the air and filling every inch of air. They were like drops of blood, blending into Ye Xishui's altar, forming an indescribable power.

"Resurrection, resurrection!" Ye Xishui roared wildly. She felt an unprecedented powerful force, which filled her body and made her almost unable to bear it. Her eyes were shining with excitement, and she was in a state of ecstasy.

The dead elders of Shrek Academy are being resurrected through these blood and soul sacrifices. The souls of those deceased strong men are like a surging black tide, breaking through the shackles of death and gradually taking shape. However, they are no longer human, but have become undead. Rotting flesh, empty eye sockets, with an inevitable cold breath, every step they take carries the endless breath of death.

Long Xiaoyao stood not far away, his eyes fixed on everything in front of him, feeling a surge of pity in his heart.

"Once all the people from Shrek Academy are resurrected, we will head to the Star Dou Great Forest without stopping. Our goal this time is to hunt down Di Tian and other ferocious beasts. Their souls are of vital importance to me. By then, the entire Douluo Continent will submit to my Holy Spirit Church." Ye Xishui suddenly said to everyone.

The God Realm, once a sacred and solemn realm, was now shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere. The once bright stars in the sky became dim, and the heavy clouds piled up like lead blocks, as if the entire God Realm was mourning for the turmoil that had just ended.

Tang San, the actual controller of the God Realm today, was dressed in a gorgeous golden robe embroidered with intricate golden patterns. Each pattern contained powerful divine power and exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

His face was handsome and stern, his eyes were like the deep ocean, and beneath the calmness there were endless waves. At this moment, he stood on the high platform of the square, overlooking the second-level and third-level gods below whose divine powers were sealed and whose faces were full of panic. These gods were once subordinates of the God of Destruction, but now they have become victims of his consolidation of power.

Dai Mubai, the partner who once fought side by side with Tang San, was also standing in the audience. He still had the smell of gunpowder from the battle, his long white hair was a little messy, and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue, but more of worry about the current situation.

He looked at Tang San on the high platform, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Xiao San, isn't this a bit too much? They are just following orders, they are not the ones who have committed heinous crimes."

When Tang San heard Dai Mubai's address, his face instantly darkened. He shot his eyes at Dai Mubai like lightning and said coldly: "Dai Mubai, do you think you can call me Xiao San? Now I am the Lord of the God Realm, you should have the minimum respect for me."

His voice echoed in the square with unquestionable majesty, making the air around him seem to freeze.

Dai Mubai was slightly stunned. He had not expected that Tang San would turn hostile to him because of a name. In his memory, when they had been together on Douluo Continent, they had always called each other brothers. The name Xiao San was a testimony to their friendship.

But now, looking at Tang San's cold eyes and condescending attitude, he suddenly felt that the person in front of him became a little strange.

"You..." Dai Mubai wanted to say something, but seeing Tang San's expression that could not be offended, he swallowed his words back. He sighed inwardly, could the brotherhood they once had just disappeared in the vortex of power?

Tang San turned his head and stopped looking at Dai Mubai, instead he cast his gaze towards the imprisoned gods. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only coldness and determination.

“As gods of the God Realm, you follow the God of Destruction and attempt to subvert the order of the God Realm. This is an unforgivable crime.” Tang San’s voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of those gods.

A second-level god couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes full of grief and indignation: "Sea God, we are just following the orders of our superiors, and we don't want to get involved in this fight. How are you treating us like this now different from a tyrant?" Although his voice was a little trembling, it was full of dissatisfaction and questioning towards Tang San.

Tang San snorted coldly: "Follow orders? In the face of the righteousness of the God Realm, you should have your own judgment. The ambition of the God of Destruction is known to everyone, but you still help the tyrant, this is your sin."

His words seemed righteous, but they gave people a sense of sophistry. After all, in this power struggle in the divine world, who could really stay out of it?
At this time, Ma Hongjun, who was standing aside, whispered to Oscar: "What happened to the third brother? He was not like this before. Since he became the controller of the God Realm, he seems to have become a different person."

Oscar shook his head helplessly: "Power can change a person. Perhaps the third brother cannot escape this curse."

Their voices were low, but clearly audible in the silent square. Tang San naturally heard their conversation, but he pretended not to hear it and continued his trial.

In a corner of the God Realm, the God of Goodness and the God of Evil watched all this quietly. Their eyes revealed complex emotions, including dissatisfaction with Tang San's actions and concerns about the future of the God Realm.

"Tang San is abusing his power. His actions will only plunge the God Realm into a deeper crisis." The God of Kindness said softly, her voice gentle and loving, but at this moment there was a hint of worry.

The God of Evil sneered, "This is just his true nature being exposed. We didn't help him during the war in the God Realm, so he held a grudge against us. Now that he is in power, he will naturally look for an opportunity to take revenge."

His words were full of sarcasm and disdain. He seemed to have anticipated Tang San's behavior.

The God of Kindness frowned slightly: "No matter what, we can't just watch him do whatever he wants. The God Realm belongs to everyone, and we can't let him act arbitrarily." There was a firm look in her eyes. Although she was kind by nature, she would not back down when faced with the justice of the God Realm.

The Evil God nodded: "I know, but we can't act rashly. Tang San's current strength should not be underestimated. We need to wait for the right time."

Back at the God Square, Tang San continued his reorganization. He ordered those gods whose divine powers were sealed to be taken to the prison in the God Realm, which was a dark and gloomy building surrounded by a powerful forbidden force. Once you enter it, it is difficult to escape.

"Tang San, you will pay for what you have done!" A third-level god shouted angrily before being taken away. The flames of hatred burned in his eyes. Although his divine power was sealed, his rebellious spirit was not wiped out.

Tang San didn't care about this at all, he just waved his hand lightly, signaling his men to take these rebels away. In his view, these people were just stepping stones for him to consolidate his power, as long as he could eliminate potential threats, he didn't care about other people's evaluation of him.

As the last god was taken away, the Square of Gods became unusually quiet.

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