"Stop, stop! It looks like the foreign True Gods aren't planning to come in anymore."
"Ah, damn, why did they retreat? Did they finally realize they should be afraid?"
"Hahaha, four True Gods die every minute. Hundreds of us spectators have died by now, and I thought they didn't care at all."
"Tsk, is that all they're capable of? Blocking the entrance just to scare people?"
Only one hour remained until the three-day deadline for the Star Realm Closure.
The Five Great Ancestor Gods still showed no signs of acting. The four True Gods who had already entered the barrier suddenly revealed an uncontrollable look of wild joy and flew back out.
The True Gods waiting in line behind them also let out a long sigh of relief. They secretly lowered their heads and exchanged glances with the True Gods beside them, and everyone could see the gratitude of survivors in the others' eyes.
Three short days.
In seventy-one hours, seventeen thousand True Gods had fallen within the Giant Mountain Star Region.
The enormous True God army had now been reduced to fewer than three thousand people. They huddled together sparsely, terrified that Curse Tiger might call their names.
What did that mean? Tengu Pseudo-God was merely a Pseudo-God, yet the tribes under him numbered in the tens of billions.
The tribes ruled by these fallen True Gods had numbered at least hundreds of billions, if not trillions.
Seventeen thousand "trillion-level tribes" had lost their Ancestor Gods' protection. The consequences went without saying.
The authority left vacant by the deaths and retreats of those True Gods would quickly be seized by the Pseudo-Gods. The worlds where their tribes lived would also be devoured by those Pseudo-God tribes, and some of the tribesmen would even be left behind as "nourishment."
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