Li Su did not deliberately publicize the fact that he had killed the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Celestial Gods.
After returning to the human side, Li Su began secluding himself—well, to be precise, he went sightseeing through mountains and rivers.
He handed all tribal affairs over to Fuxi.
Fuxi had been born from humanity's great will, unlike someone like Li Su, who took a swipe every few days.
Take the Sixth Celestial God's matter, for example.
More than a day ago, Fuxi had already sent word, ordering the leaders to dispatch troops to attack that tribe.
Under normal circumstances, once the god they hosted died, the fate of the divine servants, believers, and chosen was obvious.
They had gained their tremendous power only by having their bodies altered, with great amounts of flesh and blood replaced. They had originally been created by the Celestial Gods for the sake of governance. Now that the Celestial God was dead, Fuxi, born of the great will, had no fondness for them either. Naturally, only one road awaited them: certain death.
But Fuxi did not reclaim the power within their bodies. Instead, he had the Sui Tribe fight them head-on.
Facing nine divine servants, eight hundred believers, and three thousand chosen warriors.
The Sui Tribe naturally dispatched its own elite to battle them.
A force of more than ten thousand.
There were twenty-seven Kindling Flame cultivators at the eighth and ninth realms, twenty-four hundred at the fifth, sixth, and seventh realms, and the remaining eight thousand were all at the third realm.
It took a full seven or eight mark-hours before they finally took them down.
The outcome was terrible.
The Sui Tribe suffered heavy casualties. Four eighth-realm cultivators died, as did three ninth-realm cultivators. Four hundred fifth-, sixth-, and seventh-realm cultivators were killed,