The World of Gods did not have sufficient control over this region.
Although its aura had already seeped into this world, and the underlying laws were beginning to change on a microscopic level, gradually drawing closer to those of the World of Gods, the transformation could not happen overnight.
The Calamity World had controlled this region for countless years, and its influence was pervasive. The World of Gods could certainly occupy it for a time, but turning it into a true source of power would still take a long time.
Until then, this region would not provide the World of Gods with power. Instead, it would steadily drain its strength, drawing on it and weakening it without anyone noticing.
If they chose to press forward now, an unsuccessful attack could easily lead to unfavorable consequences.
Although it was unlikely the Calamity Lords could defeat the gods, given the gods' strength, they still had to be on their guard.
There were two options: one aggressive, the other cautious.
The gods present could have chosen either.
After all, they were powerful and held the initiative. Whatever they chose, the Calamity World's side would have no choice but to endure it.
After offering their opinions, the gods fell silent and turned, fixing their eyes on the God of Death as they waited for him to decide.
Under their watchful gazes, the God of Death remained calm and slowly spoke.
"By the name of the God of Death, let us build a divine barrier around the world's perimeter to keep the Calamity Lords out."
His quiet voice rang out and slowly echoed all around them.
All around, faint Death Power surged. Subtle changes began to take shape, as if responding to the God of Death's words.
Hearing him, the gods understood his intentions.
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