Seven days later.
At the ruins of Dark Light City, an eerie nine-colored glow lit up. The Black Spirit Race's patriarch teleported in with nine Main God Tier powerhouses and an army of over a hundred thousand. Looking at Dark Light City, where not even a brick remained, and the damaged buildings within it, he frowned.
"Who the fuck did this?" The Black Spirit Race's patriarch was on the verge of collapse. The relief operation had failed, more than twenty thousand of his subordinates had died, including a peak lower god, and, more importantly, even his son had gone missing.
After receiving intelligence from his subordinates, the Black Spirit Race's patriarch hurriedly sent word to the Moon God Temple in order to rescue his son. The Crescent Moon God also sensed that something was wrong and used a teleportation array to send his nine Main Gods and more than a hundred thousand Moon Goddess soldiers to this region.
The Moon Goddess army was composed of peak lower gods at minimum and was also the Crescent Moon God's main force in his victory over the Old Moon Goddess. Such a major incident had occurred at the border this time, and the Crescent Moon God was furious.
A Main God whose entire body burned with white light swept his gaze around and said with a frown, "Judging from the aura at the scene, the Ancient God Race did indeed do this, but I also smell an unfamiliar aura. It is faint, yet present."
This Main God's true form resembled a werewolf, but he was distinctly different from one. His fur was deep purple, though it was wrapped in white light, so ordinary people could not see it.
Another Main God wreathed in white light also frowned and said, "But why would the