"What did this reincarnated deity want?"
Jiang Ding was somewhat perplexed.
The war between the demons, the Chen Kingdom soldiers, and the deities filling the sky was still deadlocked.
All manner of long-inherited fortune-dynasty spells descended, forming army qi and Human Path dragon qi that knocked down swathes of deities, turning them into ordinary mortals.
"Roar!"
In the end, as the most terrifying tyrannosaur entered the fray, opening its jaws to devour deities and snapping the Chen Kingdom ruler's neck in one stroke, the battle was declared over.
"Defeated!"
"Even the Chen Kingdom's ancestral spirits have been defeated!"
Countless deities and soldiers screamed in terror and fled in every direction.
The army of demons and monsters pursued the fleeing enemy, cutting off the heads of soldier after soldier and deity after deity without mercy. Bloodthirsty slaughter unfolded across this land; blood flowed until it could float pestles, and countless living beings died.
These demons and monsters had no intention whatsoever of accepting surrenders or recruiting defectors. There was only slaughter. Slaughter.
Since ancient times, winning the hearts of the people had never required bestowing favors upon the common folk alone. Using bloody slaughter to intimidate them and force them into submission could achieve the same result.
The processes differed, yet the outcomes seemed similar. Both could obtain the strength of the people and establish a dynasty, and the dynasties built through these two methods appeared to differ little in how long they endured.
"Roar!"
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
At last, all the deities and Chen Kingdom soldiers were buried alive. The army of demons and monsters cheered and roared, their cries shaking the land for thousands of miles, their momentum terrifying. It drove many minor deities who had not joined the battlefield—well gods, stove gods, and the like—to abandon their territories