By the time Chen Shouyi received the news, five days had already passed.
On the rooftop of a tall building.
Chen Shouyi and Feng Hansong sat facing each other.
"So the God of Hunting fled back to the Otherworld!" Chen Shouyi asked in surprise.
"Most likely!" Feng Hansong nodded.
Humanity knew far too little about the Otherworld and the gods. They didn't even know that faith could backfire. All they knew was that the God of Hunting had suddenly vanished from the battlefield in Pingzhou, the Barbarians had fallen into chaos, their morale had collapsed, and they had fled en masse back through the Space Channel.
Chen Shouyi felt relieved, but also a little disappointed. This wasn't the end of the war, only a temporary ceasefire. Once the God of Hunting regained strength, he would soon return with a vengeance.
"But this time, the God of Hunting must have taken a heavy blow too. I heard the strategic forces dropped a big one on his holy land. Every Barbarian Tribe there was wiped out. That should keep him quiet for a few years," Feng Hansong continued.
"That's true." Chen Shouyi took a sip of tea, his expression relaxing.
There was no use worrying too much. Who could say what the future held?
Perhaps in a few years, the God of Hunting would no longer pose a threat to humanity.
The other barbarian gods might never dare set foot on Earth again.
The clearing operations had gone exceptionally smoothly over the past few days. More than half the city had now been reclaimed.
Three days ago, Chen Shouyi had gone home to pick up some demigod flesh.
He'd found that reconstruction had already begun in the area around the safe zone. It was a hive of activity, and some factories had