"Do you think we should notify that person?"
Death God watched Mie, who was still attacking the Concealment Formation with all his might, and asked the other four in an indifferent tone.
Four Primordial Gods still remained within this Concealment Formation.
Moreover, their true bodies were all here now, and none of them had condensed avatars to place in other realms.
It was not that they did not want to refine an avatar and place it in another realm.
Previously, no matter how many avatars they refined, the Annihilation Devil Race, the races and creatures of the Void Realm, the demon race, and the Immortal Race would find them and slaughter every last one.
Refining an avatar was not something they could casually accomplish. It consumed considerable divine soul power and cultivation materials.
Back when they controlled the Void Realm, the cost of refining avatars like this had been hardly worth mentioning.
But after they were driven into the depths of the void to wander, expenses such as refining avatars were no longer so easy for them to bear.
After all, they often struggled to replenish even the resources they consumed in their daily cultivation.
How could they have any resources left over to refine avatars?
Thus, after their avatars were killed, they gradually refined fewer and fewer replacements.
Only after they settled down in the God-Burying Domain did they send out one or two divine sense avatars to gather some followers, then swindle them out of faith and offerings.
But these gains could only sustain their daily consumption. Having cultivation resources left over for anything else was already all but impossible.
Even so, their present lives were incomparably better than their previous days of drifting from place to place.
And after settling them here, that person had paid them