Hearing that agent's words, the other agent couldn't help asking curiously,
"Is the Sixth Order really that powerful? That little girl is obviously so tiny. She doesn't seem like she can fight at all."
The first agent scratched his head. "Huh? I don't know. I feel like they should all be about the same."
"Anyway, a Fifth Order would kill me in one move, and a Sixth Order would also kill me in one move. Feels like there's no difference."
Hearing their colleague's idiotic remarks, the other two Security Bureau agents rolled their eyes.
They couldn't be bothered with the two jokers and continued using Cataclysmic Treasures to monitor the situation.
At that moment, the situation before the temple was indeed growing increasingly tense. The six Fifth-Order Evil Gods were visibly getting worked up.
With a pacifier in her mouth, Little Yaksa snapped at the Evil Gods in her childish voice, "A bunch of wimps."
"Yes, that Yaksa Goddess is me. So what?"
"No one impersonated me, and no one framed me!"
"I just wanted to steal all your believers. Got a problem with that?"
"If you do, then make a move!"
"And you're actually trying to negotiate like humans?"
"Do you have any divine majesty or dominance left?"
Hearing Little Yaksa's piercing words, the expressions of the Fifth-Order Evil Gods present darkened unpredictably.
After all, none of those who could become Fifth-Order Evil Gods were simple figures.
The world of Evil Gods followed the naked law of the jungle. The weak were prey to the strong, and natural selection reigned supreme.
Thus, anyone who became a Fifth-Order Evil God had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Every one of them had their own capabilities.
Each of those six Evil Gods controlled three to