Cities fell one after another.
All their inhabitants were forced to renounce their faith.
This was the darkest period the gods of the Hemel Plane had ever known.
Countless believers were forced to abandon their faith. Perhaps they wept bitterly in the night over their apostasy.
But once they spoke those words that cursed the gods, the sacred covenant between believer and deity naturally came to an end.
Countless devout believers died in the course of this forced renunciation.
During this time, the number of petitioners in the gods' divine kingdoms increased many times faster than in previous years.
Yet the gods were in incomparable pain, because this would be their final feast.
After petitioners entered a divine kingdom, they could still provide the power of faith, but it was far, far less than what they had provided in life.
Moreover, the longer petitioners remained in a divine kingdom, the less power of faith they could provide.
Huo Ling's advance never ceased. After his army conquered the fourth-layer continent, it swiftly marched onward.
Countless airships mobilized by the Church coalition forces became the tools of their assault.
Servant armies and undead units were loaded onto the airships one after another.
At the air harbor on the third-layer continent, undead forces that had been teleported there long ago had already taken control.
This landing caused not the slightest ripple. It went as smoothly as if they were in their own backyard.
To Huo Ling's army, the third-layer continent was not much different from the fourth-layer continent.
The loss of elite forces had turned the entire Hemel Plane into a juicy piece of meat for Huo Ling.
The speed of his army's advance did not depend on how quickly cities were conquered, but on when the servant armies could finish converting all