While humanity prepared for war, the Outland Visitors were not idle either.
In fact, a large number of high-level fighters were fleeing. They truly understood what would happen if they got too close to a God Child.
"Today, we lost another two thousand clansmen. They vanished without a sound."
"It's fine. Send out a call to the other lords. Say that the God Bloodkin has issued a summons."
"How could that thing possibly gather anyone on its own? Uh, I understand. But will they answer the call?"
"They will. They know perfectly well that if they don't come, we'll suggest that the God Child put them on the menu first."
Perhaps those who least wanted to see that monster were not humans, but the high-level lords among the Outland Visitors.
Eight-Clawed itself was a being above Tier 11. Humanity probably could not even say exactly how strong it was. As its avatar, the God Child had inherited part of its core power.
Those white lights that had seemingly instantly killed everything before had appeared several more times. Humanity had never been able to decipher what they were, but the higher-ups here knew very well.
"That thing is hungry again."
One of Eight-Clawed's core rules was "gluttony." It was an entity that would never be satisfied. Ever ravenous, it had no concept of being full.
As its "avatar," the God Child was naturally the same.
Those white lights were not even its ability. They were merely the thought of, "Ah, I'm hungry. Give me something to eat."
Tier 10 beings were worlds. If Tier 11 beings had to share one common trait, it was that they transcended worlds. They could truly rewrite and command the world with their thoughts.
Even Lu PingAn's Eye of Truth could not see the process by