The Attack on Calamity

"But now, the time is almost ripe."

A faint voice fell into the void.

Standing quietly in the golden hall, the God of Death turned to face the gods before him and spoke softly.

The time was ripe?

At his words, the gods couldn't help but feel a chill.

As Deities of transcendent essence, they naturally understood what the God of Death meant.

In the past, the current era had only just begun. The gods' power had yet to recover to its peak, and there had still been vast room for growth.

But now, with the gods continually descending and awakening, the power of the entire World of Gods had reached its peak, and was on the verge of bursting.

The gods' power had reached its peak, which meant that the resources of the entire World of Gods had been divided up. They were on the verge of turning on one another.

Without a new goal before them, the World of Gods simply lacked the capacity to accommodate the more than sixty Saints now gathered within it.

If the gods wanted to advance further, they would likely have no choice but to turn on one another and fight over believers.

But that would mean the World of Gods was returning to its old ways.

So at this point, bringing out the World Gate and World Coordinates they had taken from those foreign Saints was indeed the best choice.

"Build the World Gate and attack the Calamity World."

From the tall throne in the center of the hall, the God of Death's voice slowly rang out.

His expression calm, he looked down at the gods and spoke softly.

At last.

Now that the God of Death had finally made the proposal, the gods present couldn't help but stir.

The idea of