Lin Qi narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint, savage smile. "If they have the guts, then I'm confident I can take down any god beneath those two Chief Gods!"
The several goddesses standing beside Mu Wei—including the Goddess of Victory, the Goddess of War Luck, the Goddess of War Mist, and Mu Wei's other principal subordinate gods—all turned to look at Lin Qi. Some showed concern in their eyes, while others shot him fierce, disdainful glares without the slightest courtesy—in their view, this lucky fellow who had only just inherited a divine office and become a god by sheer chance was still a lowly human.
Lin Qi obediently moved aside and sat down beside Long Cheng. Looking at the steadily growing number of gods from every race and divine system around them, he lowered his voice. "What's happening over on the Eastern Great Plains? Are they still fighting?"
Long Cheng pulled out a small flask of strong liquor and handed it to Lin Qi. "A truce! The ordinary soldiers have neither the will nor the strength to keep fighting. The divine power shockwave caused by a Chief God's death was far too overwhelming for mortals. Unless a war between gods directly breaks out, there's no way to keep this going. So we held the line, and the allied forces of the Blood Qin Empire and several other powers have already withdrawn three hundred li."
After swiftly glancing to either side, Long Cheng's voice suddenly dropped to nearly a whisper. "Fresh news—the Screeching Lord escaped! The God of War, Mudel, was killed, and the Dawn God and the God of Retribution had no heart to keep fighting him. They took their people and returned to the Divine Domain. I hear it's an incomparably vicious primordial