Although Chaos had been suppressed within the asylum, the current crisis was far from over.
More than a dozen Lovecraftian Gods that had escaped the moon were battling the Great Xia Gods in deep space. In a battle of this level, Lesser Gods were practically useless, while Great Xia's main gods, even combined with the three human reinforcements, could at most fend off the attacks of eight Lovecraftian Gods at once.
As the Heavenly Court suppressed the breach on the moon, the last few Lovecraftian Gods to escape had abandoned their assault on the Heavenly Court. Instead, they turned and charged past the battlefield of the God War toward Earth.
On the other side of the moon, the two Celestial Venerables saw this, and grave concern appeared between their brows.
"This is bad... Too many Lovecraftian Gods escaped. The Heavenly Court can't hold them off."
Naturally, the two Celestial Venerables wanted to help the Great Xia Gods, but they had been too severely injured by Chaos's desperate final strike. Let alone fighting Lovecraftian Gods, even maintaining these crushed bodies was already a struggle.
"Two Celestial Venerables," Lin Qiye said solemnly, "your injuries are too severe. You should first stabilize your bodies and keep them from dispersing. As for the battlefield... leave that to me."
Hearing this, Taoist Celestial Venerable hesitated. "Lin Qiye, we know your strength has soared, but how can you alone stop those five Lovecraftian Gods?"
Five Lovecraftian Gods—translated into Earth's equivalent combat strength—would require at least a dozen main gods just to barely hold them back. Even humans who had become gods would need seven or eight Shen Qingzhus or Zhou Pings.
No matter how strong Lin Qiye was, he had not reached the Supreme Realm. He had not even become a god. Facing five Lovecraftian Gods