If it had been a single tornado, these gods naturally would not have been so shocked.
But when they saw the embryonic shapes of thousands upon thousands of tornadoes covering the sky above them, even gods who had seen much of the world had to be startled.
"Hell, how can there be so many whirlwinds?"
"Exactly. I've lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but how have I never heard of a place that could form this many whirlwinds?"
"Wait. Why do I feel like this situation with so many whirlwinds is a little familiar? Where have I heard of it before?"
Watching as the tornadoes had already begun stretching down from the horizon, the gathered gods were both shocked and puzzled.
Because under normal circumstances, such a number of tornadoes clearly could not form.
But just then, the God of Glaciers furrowed his brow. He kept feeling that such a scene was somewhat familiar, yet if he thought carefully, he could be one hundred percent certain that he had never encountered such a situation before.
"Damn it, my lord god, it's that Nalant! It must be that Nalant's Lightning Legion! The God of Glory used to be a friend of the God of Hunting."
"And that boy Nalant is the inheritor of the God of Glory, so the God of Hunting must have recruited that Nalant here!"
Just as the God of Glaciers frowned in thought, the Glacier Divine Envoy, who had just rushed out from inside the cabin, suddenly cried out in alarm.
If the God of Glaciers felt it was familiar, then for the Glacier Divine Envoy, it was carved into his bones.
Because he had personally witnessed the God of Waves and several other gods being defeated by Nalant through all manner of peculiar methods, leading