Over a hundred starsea warships and more than ten thousand Eonic Gods suppressed the skies, bringing endless pressure upon the Xuan Yu Divine Vault.
Within the Xuan Yu Divine Vault, there were also large numbers of mixed-blood Daode Deityfolk. They had been taken prisoner and confined within the various Ruin Cities.
They had already heard the news that the Eight Gods had launched their all-out offensive!
For a time, after holding back their frustration for so long, they bared their teeth and claws, venting madly through curses and ridicule.
"A bunch of lowly slaves dare play at setting a single spark to start a prairie fire? You truly don't know how the word 'death' is written!"
"The Daode Deityfolk's Eonic God army has arrived at your borders. This is the day your entire race perishes!"
"This time, there's no need to care where you hide."
"The one leading this campaign is the Holy Lord of our Daode Deityfolk, Gui Daoyuan!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
These "nobles" of Creation-grade worlds, even though they had now become half-dead prisoners, still retained the pride inherited through countless generations in their bones. Even with blades at their throats, they continued to sneer and laugh wildly, their moods seeming to grow ever more relaxed.
"Everyone, once the Holy Lord activates the backup world core and opens the Xuan Yu protective barrier, their day of death will come!"
"A bunch of sewer rats would have been fine if they'd stayed hidden, but they just had to show themselves and compete with our Eight Gods for territory. Aren't they simply courting death?"
"What do you call foundation, do you understand? There is no one behind you, while behind us stand the Ghost-Destroying Daode Star, the Daode Imperial Star! The Heavenly Dao!"
Countless curses rang out from the various