The God of Black Mist and the others who had failed to escape chose to surrender without hesitation.
In truth, for Rank Four and above beings of a faith-based godhood system, they were generally unwilling to abandon the worlds under their command unless driven to the very brink.
After all, the living beings of those worlds were premium faith pastures that these native gods above Rank Four had spent tens of thousands of years—or even longer—cultivating.
Once they left their faith pastures, not only would it be difficult for these gods to make any further progress, but even maintaining their original level of divine power would become extremely difficult.
And establishing themselves anew in a new Plane World would be even less easy.
"You're called the God of Black Mist, right?" After the war ended, Saine stroked his Magic Staff and asked without even raising his head.
"Y-yes." The God of Black Mist replied respectfully.
He had already seen that, of the two Level Six beings, one completely obeyed Saine's orders.
As for the other Level Six female knight, she clearly was not the sort willing to handle affairs. The fate of the Black Mist World and its surrounding subordinate planes still depended on the Level-5 Magician before him.
"Take me to your core heavy industry factory. I want to see whether the components produced in your starfield have any value when separated out," Saine said.
At this moment, smoke and flames still rose throughout the Black Mist World.
Although the God of Black Mist had surrendered, the devastation wrought by the war was not something that could be erased so easily.
After receiving their orders, the Angel Legion and the Tianming Empire's martial warrior legions had already begun ceasing combat and restoring order to this world.
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