Divine blood fell like rain—or like worthless filth—pouring down from the heights and blanketing the sky.
Tens of thousands of low-level divine servants formed groups of four, floating around pyramid-shaped low-level divine artifacts in a regular tetrahedral formation. Tens of thousands of pyramid-shaped low-level divine artifacts linked together, forming an enormous dark-golden pyramid in the void.
Thousands of red beams burst from the Screeching Lord's body, smashing madly against the gigantic pyramid more than two hundred miles tall. The low-level divine servants trembled violently. Every attack from the Screeching Lord made their defensive divine formation shudder fiercely, and with every tremor, they spat blood. Great swathes of pale-golden divine blood fell from the sky like rain.
Though it was only the divine blood of low-level gods, and did not contain the terrifying power of High-Gods, tens of thousands of divine servants were vomiting blood at once. The falling blood plasma melted a great lake a hundred miles across into the ground. Molten rock mixed with divine blood, bubbling endlessly in the lake with a "gurgle, gurgle, gurgle."
The Dawn God and the God of Retribution hid behind the massive pyramid, watching the Screeching Lord with smug satisfaction as he fired vast beams of light again and again at a steady rhythm. The Screeching Lord was a Fallen God with a one-track mind, yet possessed main-god-level combat power. The Dawn God and the God of Retribution were not foolish enough to fight him to the death.
What a pleasing sight it would be to use these divine servants to wear down some of the Screeching Lord's strength, then strike hard once he had exhausted himself. Besides, a Fallen God like the Screeching Lord was treasure from head to toe. His shell was the finest material for divine artifacts, and his flesh