Zhang Jiao took out three items from his Storage Soul Tool.
A bronze Bagua.
A staff made of peach wood.
However, what made Soul Collector's mind tremble was a scroll.
A new round of battle had begun, and Soul Collector regretted His brashness.
Of course, His actions had brought about His own doom.
Yet at the same time, His actions had stabilized the battlefield considerably.
At the very least, with the Necronomicon joining the fray, the Heavenly Martial Dynasty's offensive efficiency had been curbed.
Otherwise, advancing the battle line a hundred meters every minute was simply too terrifying.
If the previous situation had continued, they would all have been finished in less than six hours.
Coming in high spirits and leaving in defeat was nothing much.
After all, the Heavenly Martial Dynasty was a force capable of repelling the Void head-on. Everyone knew how formidable it was.
However, their current record was truly too embarrassing to show anyone.
From the beginning of their preparations to their standoff within the Kingdom of Gods, the Evil God Faction had spent no less than half a year.
That period could barely be called a cold war.
The problem was that after more than half a year of cold war, the actual war had lasted less than six hours.
To be honest, it was a little absurd.
No matter how vast the disparity in strength, they should not have been chased around like dogs.
Moreover, the Evil God Faction's elite forces numbered over a hundred million, while their gods numbered in the thousands.
Soul Collector could already guess how the intelligence organizations outside would describe this battle.
'It was a war without suspense. The gap between both sides was like that between livestock and butchers.'
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