Qin Chuan's voice was not heavy, yet it reverberated like the echo of the void itself, clearly penetrating into every newly arrived divine sense hidden within the dimensional cracks.
This single sentence caused all those greedy auras to stall in place.
They had been discovered.
Moreover, the opponent's posture was entirely unlike that of a victor who had just experienced a fierce god war and was panting in weakness.
In the void, the shadows twisted violently.
Three deities of varying forms, radiating evil auras from different dimensions, finally emerged from behind their concealing curtains.
At the lead was a monarch draped in fragments of the night sky, his figure appearing to be composed of pure, absolute darkness; it was none other than Underworld Monarch Astaroth.
Beside him, a mountain of flesh aggregated from hundreds of millions of writhing, rotting corpses was spewing out plague and stench capable of melting planes; that was Plague Throat Father Nogros.
The last one was an amorphous, gigantic maw of shadow, and wherever it passed, even the faintest light and heat in the void were completely devoured; it was Light-Devouring Maw Urganos.
These three were the most powerful and daring among the group of vultures attracted by the scent of blood.
"What an astonishing feat."
Underworld Monarch Astaroth spoke, his voice sounding like two pieces of obsidian rubbing together.
"To fight three against one, force back Goddess of Sacred Law, and directly eradicate Guardian God and Eternal Silence Throat—your valor is worthy of praise."
His words sounded like praise, yet the malice contained within them was as thick as the abyss.
Nogros beside him let out a muffled grunt, and densely packed, turbid eyeballs opened all over his body composed of billions of rotting corpses, greedily staring at the ownerless divine might and law fragments