"Just as I thought." Qin Chuan clapped his hands. The old bastard really had been a refugee.
"Then what exactly did you come here for?" Qin Chuan leaned forward. "You wouldn't send this many people down to the lower realm just to catch one fugitive, would you?"
The Angel trembled even harder.
"N-no... We didn't come to catch him." The Angel's voice shook. "When the Holy Father died, the Heaven Country Essence Crystal he carried exploded. It caused such a huge disturbance that the High Gods of the Council of Elders sensed this dimension... Not only does it have pure Base Source Rules, it also swallowed a Current Universe..."
The Angel raised his head, his face full of despair.
"The higher-ups want this newly formed world. We're just scouts sent to test the way. The real Purge Army has already locked on to this region."
"Oh?" Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow. "What's the army bringing?"
"Three True Gods will lead it... Three hundred thousand troops from the High-Order Holy Expeditionary Army. Every last one is at least a Lower God." The Angel gave everything away. "In three days at most, the army will force its way through the Origin Realm's defenses."
Three days.
An army of three hundred thousand gods.
And three True Gods.
Dies Martin drew a sharp breath.
How were they supposed to fight that? The Blue Star Players were still enjoying their honeymoon period, and even taking down a Lower God lord required an all-out charge.
If three hundred thousand troops came bearing down on them, wouldn't they all be crushed to pulp?
In the corner of the hall, Alesha emerged from the shadows, a short black blade already in her hand.
Even if Mr. Shadow was strong, one man couldn't fight an army.
Yet Qin Chuan