The battle between the human gods and the orc gods erupted once more in another stretch of the void.
More precisely, it was the battle between the human gods and "an alliance centered around the orc gods" that had erupted once again.
In terms of numbers, the orcs naturally held the advantage.
Many of the gods who had fallen before still had believers, powerful figures or close friends within their pantheons, and more importantly, their divine kingdoms remained, as did the saints within them. Under such circumstances, as long as they received divine power in time, resurrection was not difficult. It merely required some time and a great deal of divine power, followed by a choice between "seizing a saint's body" and "having a saint inherit the mantle."
Two or three days had already passed since the previous great battle. Of the gods who had fallen then, aside from some among the orc gods who had failed to revive, most had already returned. They came with their divine envoys and demigods, a vast dark mass that looked quite imposing.
Unfortunately, every one of them was pale-faced and tense, without the slightest appearance of holding the upper hand. Instead, they looked as though they had been surrounded on all sides, or were facing some peerless ferocious beast—wearing the miserable expressions of men certain to die, merely waiting to see how.
The humans, though inferior in numbers, held the overwhelming advantage in momentum. Smiling broadly, they cheerfully discussed how they ought to celebrate after winning.
Though one side numbered conservatively in the thousands or tens of thousands while the other was scattered and did not even reach a hundred, their bearing was exactly the opposite.
"How bizarre!" Sui Xiong watched the battlefield from afar and shook his head repeatedly.
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