In the skies above the Divine Descendant World Battlefield, Blade Queen Lisa looked at Marduk before her with easy composure.
Below, the desperate final counterattack of the remaining Divine Descendant gods had already begun.
There were clearly only around a hundred native gods above Level 4, and every one of them was wounded.
Yet perhaps because desperation had bolstered their spirits, their momentum was surprisingly fierce for a time.
They actually broke through the encirclement established outside the Land of Trapped Gods by the allied Zerg and Tianming Empire forces. The most high-spirited among them were already nearing this Dominator battlefield.
At the same time, large numbers of high-ranking Zerg above Level 4 were converging here.
The Tianming Empire had also specifically dispatched generals to intercept them.
The demons, too, had taken up the work they were best at.
The remaining native gods of the Divine Descendant World would not hold out for much longer.
For the moment, the slaughter below did not affect the contest on the Dominator battlefield.
The God's Scepter wielded by Marduk, chief god of the Divine Descendants, had been scored with countless scratches beneath Blade Queen Lisa's unceasing attacks. This entire World-Class Secret Treasure was on the verge of being scrapped.
It was not only the God's Scepter that was nearing ruin, but also the Ark that Marduk relied upon as his primary divine artifact.
Over the past hundred thousand years, Marduk had poured who knew how much effort into the Ark.
Yet what hung in the sky now was a damaged crystalline-blue warship riddled with breaches and wounds, barely able to maintain its Energy Barrier.
An incomparably conspicuous palm print had appeared on the surface of the warship's barrier beside Marduk.
The palm print was still fresh.
The violent tremors felt earlier by Saine