After all, it made no difference to Deities whether they ate, drank, or slept, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. On the very first day, a great many people had already come to wait.
To Deities, three days were no different from three years.
In the Divine Plane, even those who were only slightly older had lived for over a million years. Three days were no different from an instant.
At this moment, the outskirts of West Mountain were packed with people. Tens of thousands of Deities surrounded the entire mountain, all waiting for the coming battle.
Fortunately, the Chief Sovereign's army maintained basic order, leaving the two combatants enough space to fight.
Fighting was not forbidden outside the city. Without the army, things would probably have descended into complete chaos before the battle even began.
Inside the valley, Pusiluo sat carelessly on the ground, showing not the slightest nervousness at the prospect of a great battle.
As the challenger, it did not matter if he waited here first. In his view, the City Lord was doomed to die today anyway.
There was no harm in letting him keep a little dignity before his death.
As time passed, more and more people gathered around to watch.
"Why hasn't the City Lord arrived yet?"
"Yeah, where did the City Lord go?"
"Look, that's the City Lord!"
As an azure streak of light swept in from the distance, the figure of Blue Moon City's City Lord, Saike'er, slowly emerged.
"You arrived quite early. Unfortunately, today will be the day you fall."
Saike'er looked at Pusiluo, his tone carrying a faint trace of regret.
If Pusiluo had not killed Pawa earlier, he might have considered showing mercy. But Pusiluo had killed Pawa, so he could not possibly hold back.