The moment this voice rang out, the Great Xia Gods doing everything in their power to halt the advance of the black mist all shuddered.
"Has the situation become this dire? Even the three Celestial Venerables are helpless against this mist?" Thunder God asked in shock.
"No, there are many ways to resist the mist..." True Lord Yu Ding formed a sword seal with one hand and looked back at the Great Xia territory behind him, a bitter smile appearing on his face. "But in the process, mortal casualties will inevitably reach an unimaginably terrifying level. Even if we stop the mist, Great Xia's foundations will wither away completely."
"Great Xia can endure without us Great Xia Gods, but it cannot endure without its billions of people."
As soon as True Lord Yu Ding said this, the nearby gods fell silent.
"But if we enter reincarnation, what will become of Great Xia? Won't those foreign gods seize the chance to attack Great Xia, destroy the nation, and seize its foundation?"
"They will not. The mist does not cover Great Xia alone; overseas nations are also under attack from the mist at this very moment. If those foreign gods likewise choose to sacrifice themselves to preserve their lands, this world will completely enter an age without gods.
"Even if some of their gods remain, they will surely be gravely weakened and have no time to attack Great Xia. Besides, with this mist in place, they will not be able to travel freely for some time and will not pose much of a threat to Great Xia."
As True Lord Yu Ding's voice fell, a tremendous boom echoed from the distant sky.
Lin Qiye turned to look and saw a grand, sacred heavenly divine kingdom emerge from the void above the distant