The nine gods knew who the Desolate War God was talking about.
The reason they had never been able to exterminate the Human Race before them was because of those two incomparably powerful cultivators—and those two cultivators were only avatars.
The ones the Human Race spoke of had to be the true bodies of those two avatars.
They truly feared the true bodies behind those avatars as well. Right now, the reason they had poured out in full force, wanting to wipe out the Human Race, was also because they had discussed what they would do if the true bodies of those two avatars came looking for them.
When the other side's avatars had not even recovered, they were already that powerful. If the true bodies at their full strength came looking, none of them could stop them.
So they needed to strike in advance, slaughter every human before their eyes, erase every trace of humanity's existence. That way, when the other side's true bodies came searching and found no signs of human life, perhaps they would simply leave.
This was their chance.
In truth, they had chosen wrongly from the very beginning.
A race had suddenly arrived in their Land of Reincarnation and begun dividing resources with them. Of course they were unwilling, but they would not have attacked immediately. Under normal circumstances, they would have tested them first.
But their Supreme Existence had said that within the other race, there were incomparably powerful existences, and told them to act quickly, or else they would all die.
Only then had they joined forces, and from then on they had attacked continuously, battling the Human Race for the span of an entire reincarnation.
"Don't waste words with them. Kill them first."
Among the nine gods, the Ice God suddenly waved