As Tri-Gong Demon departed, a great battle came to an end.
Countless wolfish beings glared resentfully at Donnie and his group, letting out disgruntled growls before leaving one after another.
As expected of a New God, that bastard had actually managed to preserve his life under Tri-Gong Demon's assault, and even used a so-called Daughter of the Three Realms, someone no one had ever heard of before, to force Tri-Gong Demon to back down.
In the distance, the battle between Holumayer and Vishanti had reached a fever pitch. Terrifying fluctuations occasionally erupted, enough to easily wipe out weaker creatures.
All creatures capable of surviving in the God Realm knew one truth: never approach a battlefield occupied by higher beings. Weaklings who got close would die.
"Such a perfect opportunity, and we still failed. Damn it!"
One being could not help but curse. It turned away unwillingly and followed the disappearing figures toward that strange Editorial Department.
Even if Holumayer might not lose, even if the New God could still be destroyed, they had no intention of staying.
Even Tri-Gong Demon himself had failed to take down the New God. What chance did they have?
They might as well pay more attention to that peculiar Editorial Department. It interested them more anyway. Since they could not kill the New God, perhaps there would be something to gain over there.
Besides, Cybertron had never consisted of the New God alone. Faced with the Level Eight gods staring coldly at them, they could only lower their heads. It would take an idiot to thoroughly offend a ruthless figure desperately in need of killing someone to establish his authority and announce the arrival of the New God.
Donnie's demon-god-like figure watched Raven leave with his own eyes. His previously calm face had somehow gained