The pitiful alien races had already been destitute, and after Lord Autumn Wind extorted another fortune from them, those aliens who had once been too poor to afford trousers no longer even had the means to drink watery gruel. Driven mad by poverty, they immediately brought their racial traits into full play, becoming a terrifying army of locusts. Wherever they passed, not a blade of grass remained; even the poisonous mushrooms in the mountains and forests were picked clean, to say nothing of those unlucky town residents.
Meanwhile, the elf army headed straight for Holy Mountain. At the same time, they summoned massive reinforcements from Elf Continent and followed the gigantic passage leading directly to the three great underground abyss worlds—the passage that the mages under Lin Qi had blasted open with forbidden spells that day—invading the Church's very heartland.
The Screeching Lord, who had once severely wounded the God of War, had already gathered a powerful force. The elves deliberately sought to weaken the faith foundations of the Ashir Divine Clan, while the Screeching Lord simply wanted to wipe out all humanity. Thus, the two sides swiftly reached an unspoken understanding. The Screeching Lord led a motley army headed by large numbers of Fallen Gods, joining forces with the elf army to capture dozens of underground cities controlled by the Church in succession.
What enraged God of Souls Solder was that every one of those cities lay within his territory. In just a few short days since those damned elves had invaded, Solder had already lost one-tenth of his faith resources.
In a deep underground cavern where daylight never reached, within underground passages whose length and destination were unknown, God of Souls Solder walked through the damp, dark tunnels with a grim face, holding a torch. His heart was