No one knew what Mythical Breed the God of Wisdom's true form was.
They could only roughly determine that He might have been one of the earliest beings born into this world.
It was even highly likely that He had not been a living being at all, but merely something that had developed thought.
Of course, the God of Wisdom's decline was equally obvious.
From the Sun God's forceful rise, the God of Wisdom had begun to weaken.
But no matter what, the God of Wisdom was still a powerful deity, and His knowledge was exceedingly vast.
His judgment was extremely sharp, and He rarely made mistakes.
The Death God had originally believed this would be a one-sided slaughter. No matter how severely the God of Precepts had been weakened, He was still a powerful deity.
Even if this world was now more closed off and restricted the gods from acting beyond certain boundaries, it was difficult for an existence that was not even a Mythical Breed to truly provoke a genuine god.
Yet now, the God of Wisdom did not seem to think so.
"Will the Abyss enter the fray in full?" The Death God tried to ask about the trump card Naimus might possess.
"Just watch." The God of Wisdom merely looked below and spoke, a hint of anticipation appearing in His eyes.
Seeing this, the Death God knew He would get nothing further from Him. He could only watch the battle and calculate how Naimus intended to fight.
This time, the God of Precepts had deployed nearly two hundred Sky Whales.
That was equivalent to most of the God of Precepts' assets.
And all of these Sky Whales belonged to the God of Precepts, meaning they represented His tentacles.
The God of Precepts could fully rely on