The rules shattered.
The formation platform rumbled.
Yan Yishu struggled to control the Metropolitan City God, but all his efforts had lost their meaning. Mountain Ghosts controlled the Demon Tower and could completely block the Metropolitan City God's attacks.
After several battles.
The Metropolitan City God's hair began to turn gray, and his back was no longer straight.
Even the divine robe on his body gradually lost its luster.
He seemed to have changed from a spirited young man into an old man in his twilight years.
Time was almost up.
The hexagonal divine altar.
The pressure endured by several City Gods had reached its limit.
Youxin Prefectural City God.
Liugui Prefectural City God.
Linggong Prefectural City God.
Huaizhou Prefectural City God...
Just minutes ago, the spirited City Gods successively vomited blood and collapsed, their consciousness suffering severe damage.
They would be unable to fight anyone again for at least a month.
Naturally.
They could no longer assist Yan Yishu.
And with their withdrawal, only the altars of the Nandou Prefectural City God and Yan Yishu remained. At last, even they could no longer maintain the formation. The Metropolitan City God standing before the pyramid began to turn from solid to illusory.
From lifelike to a translucent shadow.
Then, from a shadow.
It gradually dimmed.
Seeing the Metropolitan City God begin to fade, Mountain Ghosts smiled faintly and did not attack again. After retreating some distance, they stood with their hands behind their back, quietly waiting for the final conclusion of this great battle.
"Ah."
Seeing Mountain Ghosts retreat.
Yan Yishu sighed. "This evil creature is too cautious. Even our last hope has been dashed."
"We lost."
The Nandou Prefectural City God spoke softly.
"Yeah."
"We lost."
Yan Yishu sighed ruefully.
There was regret in his eyes, along with resentment