Atedilon's escape had ultimately succeeded. Just as the caster had expected, this fellow's divine kingdom was indeed near the Fuleila Plane. Dragging his battered body and severely wounded soul, the god had plunged headlong into the barricaded prison of his own realm and vanished without a trace. The furious mad knight and the expressionless Legendary Mage had ultimately failed to catch this troublesome "prey."
The duck that had flown right into their mouths had escaped. This was undoubtedly terrible news. Atedilon was no fool; now that he was on guard, luring him out of his divine kingdom would not be easy. Even though half of the Hurricane God Cult's followers still existed on another inconspicuous Minor Plane besides those on the Fuleila Plane, and it was not yet impossible to lure the snake from its hole, the Dancing Sprite Prayer Torch Spell was not omnipotent.
One had to know that only a sudden surprise attack on a god could allow extreme faith to maximally corrupt a deity's mind. If a god knew in advance that he would be attacked, it was not as though he had no means of defense. After all, the existence of various divine potions was no decoration, and an Ancient God who had lived for thirty million years could not possibly lack such potions as emergency life-saving measures.
Ultimately, the Dancing Sprite Prayer Torch could only erode a god's consciousness for one or two minutes at most. As long as he endured that brief minute, all the god's followers would have already died and faded away in agony. How could those desperate prayers possibly continue to exist?
And now, could the God of Hurricane, hiding in his divine kingdom and guzzling divine potions, really be unable to remain lucid for even a single minute? This guy