Yang Fan's heart suddenly clenched when he heard those words.
"The others?"
"What do you mean?"
A trace of tension and confusion appeared on Yang Fan's face.
"There are other gods?"
"Impossible."
If other gods really had taken part in this Divine Kingdom War...
As one of the warring parties, Yang Fan could not possibly have been unaware of them.
Yet even now, he had sensed nothing unusual.
Yang Fan looked at Lufa before him, his gaze gradually turning suspicious.
For a moment, he had no idea what trick this defeated god of the Angel Race was trying to pull.
"Fine, fine, fine..."
Lufa suddenly laughed as he looked at Yang Fan.
But there was not a shred of joy in that smile.
Only resentment and mockery.
"I've long heard from my people that your Human Race has a rigid hierarchy."
"Those gods from great Lineages all hold their eyes above their heads. They look down on ordinary gods completely."
"Now that I've seen it for myself... it's true after all."
Lufa stared fixedly at Yang Fan.
At that moment, all the anger and helplessness in his eyes finally turned into a trace of bitter resentment.
"If I'd known it would end like this..."
"I should have saved my Subordinate God back then, no matter what."
At that thought, Lufa's heart filled with regret.
If he had not abandoned that Subordinate God back then, perhaps things would never have reached this point.
Yang Fan frowned slightly. He kept feeling that the other man had misunderstood something.
But thinking it over, he had hardly said anything, had he?
Why did this god of the Angel Race look as though Yang Fan owed him millions?
"Before I die, I have just one question."
Lufa took a deep breath and spoke in a