"No!" From within the sphere of light, the Desert God let out a hoarse, hysterical roar. His brother, the Grassland God, also saw his expression change again and again, dark golden droplets falling from his forehead—not sweat, but divine blood from within the Grassland God, whose lamp was running out of oil.
Since the end of the primordial divine war, after the five gods had been sealed here by the remnants of Hell's power, the two sides had fallen into a prolonged tug-of-war. It had to be admitted that, at the beginning, the five of them working together had still held a faint upper hand, suppressing Agerlanteer and the other Hell Demonic Beasts.
But this was Hell. This was Hell Mountain, where dense Hell aura constantly spewed forth. The five gods' strength was continually weakened by the erosion of the Hell aura, while these Hell Demonic Beasts could barely replenish some of their expended strength by absorbing it. As one side waned and the other waxed, after countless years, the five gods had been drained dry and no longer possessed even a shred of strength.
Thus, the moment the Nether God Hall made its move, the Hell aura that had been scatteredly leaking from Hell Mountain abruptly gathered together. A black pillar of air shot straight into the sky from Hell Mountain's fracture, and the Hell Demonic Beasts all cried out in jubilant delight. Countless tiny black vortices burst from their bodies as the viscous Hell aura was devoured by them, rapidly transformed into the power of their true forms.
Meanwhile, the five gods let out shrill, despairing groans. The concentration of Hell aura around them suddenly surged tens of thousands of times, rapidly consuming what little strength they had left. Their life origins swiftly withered, like a blooming flower