Deep within the void of Purgatory's Second Realm.
Draped in that jet-black robe, Pang Jian raised his head and stared at the dazzling stream of flaming light enveloping Yan Lie. In a deep voice, he said, "Senior, think of those clansmen who followed you unto death, who ascended to the heavens alongside you."
Empowered by his divine strength, those words also resounded throughout the world below.
The Xuanyou Continent, the Gantian Continent, and the shattered lands permeated by filthy alien energies—though those alien race warriors could not see Pang Jian standing in the Second Realm, they heard what he said.
Everyone who heard those words was gripped by overwhelming terror.
They were utterly terrified.
When they saw Lie Yang, Sha Jia, and A Man appear before their eyes and learned that all three had advanced to mid-rank gods, they had believed the human true gods were about to be slaughtered to the last.
The war, too, would come to an end.
Yet no one had expected that their side—with a Sovereign's avatar, the high-rank god Yan Lie, and three mid-rank gods—would be driven to the point where its gods had to flee beyond the heavens.
If the strongest members of their race fled, what were they supposed to do?
That Yan Lie from beyond the heavens seemed to still be wreaking disaster upon the world above. What fate would ultimately await them?
"Lord Yan Lie, we beg you to leave us a way to survive!"
"Chief Sha Jia, how... are we supposed to live from now on?"
"Ancestor A Man, if you leave, will we still have a future?"
"..."
The alien race powerhouses in the world below used their Demon Stones, magical artifacts, and arrays to plead bitterly with their leaders, seeking an answer, wanting to know what they