The God of Conspiracy and Deception stood atop the mountain, craning his neck to look toward the God of Bloodshed.
This was another Avatar of Saint Descent.
His favorite pastime was running around causing trouble, and there had originally been three such Avatars. Of course, only two remained now.
Looking at the distant sky, he saw the God of Bloodshed's enormous Faith Domain slowly beginning to collapse and dissipate.
He felt terribly uneasy. "The God of Bloodshed was clearly killed by that savage, powerful mortal. Will I be next?"
He remembered the human's brutal, vicious methods.
A chill ran down his spine, and his eyelids twitched.
How could there be such a powerful human?
He was practically an ancient Evil God.
"Perhaps I'll be the next target!" The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. "No, I can't just sit here waiting for death. I have to act!"
He looked north.
Toward that powerful human nation.
He felt that he would have to change his mind again.
To bow and scrape before a mortal nation and endure temporary humiliation was nothing. It was merely a small setback on the road to success.
Heh heh heh heh heh...
The two hurried along.
The cities along the way had already descended into chaos. Frightened believers were everywhere, and some cities had begun organizing their followers for large-scale sacrificial ceremonies. Prayers rang out across the cities.
But the two did not linger at all. Aside from the barbarians who tried to obstruct them, they committed no excessive slaughter and swiftly passed through.
"The God of Bloodshed..."
"Dead!" Chen Shouyi said impatiently. He had been asked countless times along the way and was sick to death of it.
"I wasn't asking about that..." Li Wenwu gave an awkward laugh. No matter