This time, the deities believed they had learned Mi Heng's methods, and their divine power had indeed greatly increased.
Last time, they had not gone straight to war mainly because they felt they were not confident enough.
It was not that their total amount was inferior to the other side's, but that their quality was.
The deities did not want their avatars to perish either.
That would greatly diminish their power.
But this time, their accumulated divine power had reached a new level, so they felt it should work.
Thus, the coalition of deity avatars set out once more.
Mi Heng stood atop the city wall and looked into the distance.
One deity avatar after another descended from the far-off sky.
Some were tigers, some lions, some elephants.
They were resplendent and imposing beyond compare.
Yet in his eyes, they were nothing but rot.
Mi Heng stirred his divine power and charged into the sky, roaring in fury!
"Die!"
"You rotten, stinking deities!"
A vast, razor-sharp surge of divine power shot toward the many animal deities.
The deities immediately turned pale with shock.
They had never imagined that the other side's speed of accumulating divine power would be far greater than theirs.
Rather, the gap in the quality of their divine power was even wider than before.
It was like the difference between the industrialization of the Qing Dynasty and that of the Island Country.
Both were "industrializing," yet one was beaten into the dust while the other became a great power.
Only after thoroughly cutting to the bone and remaking its blood did the former truly rise again and crush the other side once more.
The deities soon realized where the problem lay.
They saw how this divine war would end, so they did not fight. They simply turned