There was a reason the God of Hunting, the God of Tides, and the God of Gray Mist were being so cautious.
Because next, as they advanced, they discovered more and more fragments of flying ships in the surrounding void.
Judging from the situation, at least no fewer than three or four void flying ships had suffered devastating blows.
And unless a void flying ship was transporting supplies, each one represented a Gods' Allied Army force. That loss was absolutely enough to make one's heart tremble.
"Just how many Dark Demon Gods have invaded the World of Gods this time?"
On the road, the God of Hunting and the others proceeded with the utmost caution, but they still could not help worrying about the future of the World of Gods.
Because the Dark Demon Gods were too powerful. Back then, even the World of Gods in its flourishing prime had been beaten into scattered fragments by the Dark Demon Gods.
With the current strength of the World of Gods, dealing with the Dark Demon Gods was truly very difficult.
"No matter how many Dark Demon Gods there are this time, our main priority now is to return to the Divine Continent first. Traveling through this void is far too unsettling!" The God of Tides had been tense these past days, thinking every day of returning to his own Divine Continent as quickly as possible.
Because in this void, these gods themselves were unaffected, but among their many subordinates, the vast majority could not possibly survive in the void, let alone fight.
Unfortunately, as the saying went, what one feared would come. Just as they continued forward for another day, they suddenly saw ahead more than a dozen figures wreathed in black energy besieging a battered flying ship.
At this moment,