Stalemate

Including Huo Ling. Though he was a seventh-stage legend, a powerful spellcaster and dragonblood, if ten legends surrounded and attacked him, he would not come out of it unscathed.

Hadn't Iwa been besieged and killed by them back then? Though Huo Ling's side had been somewhat stronger at the time.

But there were more legendary combatants on this side, and that was not even counting the possibility of these gods getting carried away and descending in their true forms.

If their true forms descended, they would certainly be stronger than their avatars. Huo Ling would get the shit hammered out of him.

Huo Ling slowly walked out of the temple filled with books.

The comparison of strength between the two sides was far from encouraging, but there was no turning back once the bow had been drawn. They had already fought their way into this plane; from here on, they had to charge ahead with all their might.

The resources of this layer's continent were not particularly abundant, but if he could occupy it, its annual revenue would still surpass that of the Teri Plane.

Above the fifth layer of this plane were another four layers with even richer resources, as well as more than a dozen godly pigs waiting for Huo Ling.

Huo Ling slowed the pace of his offensive. Charging upward now held little meaning for him.

Even if the Hemel gods gathered every army they possessed, they would still be no match for Huo Ling, and he had no reason to take them seriously.

The total number of professional soldier troops across this entire plane probably did not even exceed the undead soldiers under Huo Ling's command.

On the contrary, the Hemel gods held the advantage in legendary-level combat power.

But that advantage was fixed; it was