"At this moment, perhaps it truly was fate."
Looking at the monster in the sky and the "new lives" scattering into the cosmos, Lu PingAn sensed the flavor of fate.
This was not a fate trajectory arranged by some planet. At the level of Octopus Child and Lu PingAn, planets could no longer dictate their destinies.
"...It was only natural. Since we walked the same path, we were bound to meet in the end."
Eight-Clawed's Son of Evil God split apart—literally.
Countless scraps of life spewed forth. These were not the lives it had devoured returning from the dead; rather, the "scraps," freed from its restraints and bloodsucking, had gained "new life" once more.
Flesh gathered, divinities fused, and New Gods were born from the torn Meat Chunks.
Vast numbers of gods, demons, and monsters formed an irresistible supernatural army. That was, if this had been an ordinary world.
Boom!
This time, the Burning Legion moved in and held them back.
Crack!
This time, the treants' immortal army engaged them in a war of attrition. Snake Monster-like tree demons began displaying their bizarre talent for Draw Life and energy.
"Hold them back. Victory and glory should belong to us."
One army after another rose to its feet. They were already accustomed to facing opponents like this.
Gods were countered by beings on the level of gods. Newly born New Gods were often slain by old gods within a few exchanges, and even the more formidable ones had top-tier opponents specifically assigned to deal with them.
"Is this perhaps fate? How many times have we encountered an opponent that keeps everything for itself?"
Lu PingAn looked back at Chris, Lady Lin, and Eight-Clawed. Once Life-type development reached a certain point, a divergence between monopolizing all gains and shared gains was inevitable.