In the end, the Dawn God flew into a rage out of humiliation and casually struck out with his palm. High in the air, a white hand nearly a thousand meters across descended with a howl, blazing with intense light. With one blow, it blasted the projection avatars of several hundred of the most viciously cursing gods into powder. Those gods belonged to the beast god lineage worshipped by the orcs. Savage and ferocious by nature, their insults were crude and vulgar beyond measure. The Dawn God truly could not endure their abuse any longer.
As the saying went, a thief's bite sank three inches into the bone. A single curse from those beast gods could enrage the dead back to life and anger the living to death. Compared to those coarse beast gods, the Elven Pantheon goddesses, though they too were loudly cursing, sounded far more pleasant. Their voices were like music—clear and melodious, graceful and refined. The Dawn God was even cursed into feeling a trace of lust.
So the Dawn God, heedless of everything else, wiped out a large number of those beast gods' projection avatars with a single palm strike.
"He's flown into a rage from shame!" The three-eyed man sneered. "Lord of Dawn, everyone knows full well what happened. You want to erase the evidence? That's completely impossible! You only killed a few projection avatars—what use is that? Can you wipe out the true bodies of so many gods?"
The Dawn God's lips twitched. With his eyelids drooping, he let out a disgruntled snort.
Lin Qi recalled those empty inheritance chambers of the Light Divine Pantheon, and his heart clenched. The Lord of Dawn truly could not exterminate so many gods—but if those god-lords of the Light Divine Pantheon, along with an even greater number