"Since you're here, don't even think about leaving. Stay and become one of the Ice Ghouls in my hands." Detrag's cold laughter echoed through the cave.
The icy, eerie mist instantly reduced the surroundings to pitch-black darkness. Just as the gods were about to fight back, Lu Yang unlocked the eighth magic array.
Blazing law flames instantly dispersed the icy fog. The gods abruptly turned toward the treasure entrance and rushed inside in excitement.
"Damn it, that's my treasure!" Detrag hurriedly charged in after them.
Light flickered.
A group of gods appeared in a vast world of flames. A casually leaping tongue of fire touched the leg of an ice-element lower god, instantly burning his leg to ash.
"Ah! My leg!" The ice-element lower god howled madly. In his panic, he tried to flee upward, but a stream of blue-violet flames poured down from above and burned his entire body to ashes.
"Purple Sun Divine Fire!" Detrag's eyes gleamed with excitement as he said, "This is the treasure buried by the Purple Sun God King. I'm going to strike it rich this time."
"Detrag." The seven upper gods turned around at the same time and spotted the Dark Ice Clan chief, whose entire body was covered in frost.
The strongest Dark Moon Faction upper god among them sneered. "I advise you to leave. These flames completely counter your ice power. If you stay here, you'll only die faster."
"Tsk, tsk. So it's the Grand Elder of the Mist Moon Clan. Then you can die first." Icy mist erupted from Detrag's body. In an instant, the world of flames froze over, and countless Ice Ghouls emerged from the ice, pouncing toward the Mist Moon Clan's Grand Elder.
The Mist Moon Clan's Grand Elder hurriedly unleashed mist, thickening the fog around them.