The gaze shifted to another battlefield.
When Zhao Fu learned that the Night God Alliance had voided the pact and launched a full-scale assault on the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, he was rather angered, but not at all flustered.
Zhao Fu had never fully trusted the Night God Alliance. Back then, he had found it strange that they had proactively suggested signing a pact, so he had kept something in reserve to guard against any unforeseen circumstances.
And now, such a thing had indeed happened.
With the forces and sacrificial rites they possessed, Zhao Fu believed the Pantheon of Myriad Gods could withstand the Night God Alliance, which was why he was not panicking.
The most important thing now was not to withdraw, but to hasten the destruction of the Sun Alliance. Then only the Night God Alliance would remain, and it would no longer pose much of a threat. The Pantheon of Myriad Gods would surely win in the end.
Zhao Fu held a sword and swung it fiercely, sending two Sun Gods flying with a tremendous force. He shouted, "Attack the Sun Alliance with all your strength!"
Upon receiving Zhao Fu's order, the soldiers and gods attacked the Sun Alliance even more ferociously. The battle grew ever fiercer, blood splashing without end amid continuous screams.
The Sun Goddess who had spoken to Zhao Fu earlier wore a somewhat stunned expression.
Those words of hers had been intended to throw Zhao Fu into a panic, making the Pantheon of Myriad Gods' army hastily withdraw. All they needed to do was hold back the Pantheon of Myriad Gods.
This would ease the Sun Alliance's pressure and losses. Moreover, they did not want to fight desperately here, only for all the benefits to fall into the Night God Alliance's hands. They