"By the way, should I take this opportunity to kill those gods playing dead?"
Xia Ping stroked his chin.
To be honest, this was precisely when those gods were at their weakest. They were almost incapable of putting up much resistance.
If he wanted to kill those gods, now was the best possible time—while they were sick, take their lives.
Naturally, the sleeping gods had thought of this as well. That was why they had set up countless formidable restriction formations within their graveyards.
Even gods entering their graveyards would suffer unimaginable blows.
That was also why invincible Saints encountered so many unforeseen dangers upon entering the Dark Forbidden Zone: they had entered the gods' graveyards and were bombarded as enemies.
Still, it was not as though this was impossible.
After all, having endured the collapse of the universe and the erosion of time, even the restriction formations laid down by ruler-level gods would one day become damaged.
Just like the most intricate machinery—even if it was incomparably powerful at first, as time passed, there would eventually come a moment when it rusted and malfunctioned.
If he could seize those moments and opportunities, he might be able to dismantle the restriction formations of their graveyards, plunder every treasure within, and even slay those gods.
"Hmm?!"
At that moment, Xia Ping's heart stirred, as though a sudden intuition had arisen. The Hell Golden Crow Bloodline within him trembled, and an immense flood of information poured into the depths of his consciousness.
In an instant, his soul seemed to arrive at the River of Fate. Looking down from on high, he saw three figures suddenly appear in a dark place—Liu Rulan, Rabbit Linglong, and Qingluan.
They were fleeing at high speed, their situation hanging by a thread. Invincible Saints were pursuing them