As soon as he finished speaking, the gods' faces went pale. The King of Gods was ruthless and black-hearted. If he had his eye on them, how was that any different from dying directly in the grand formation?
There was a difference. If they died in the grand formation, they could at least earn the title of hero.
For a moment, grief welled up in the gods' hearts, and tears streamed down their faces.
"King of Gods, we were overwhelmed with grief and didn't react earlier, so..."
"Pah! Is this the time to be talking about that?"
Russell snorted coldly. What a bunch of clueless fools. The battlefield was in Ten Thousand Urgencies, yet they still had the leisure to dwell on crying. Truly, mud could never be molded into a wall.
They deserved to be beaten into twilight by the demon race!
"King of Gods, what do you need us to do?"
Hades's face was pale. Unlike the others, whose strength had improved to varying degrees after leaving the grand formation, the damage to the Underworld had implicated his authority. His injuries had worsened, and his strength had been severely weakened.
"You don't need to do anything. Run as far as you can. Staying here will only hold me back."
Russell's contempt was undisguised. The gods felt deeply ashamed, but also secretly relieved. Not having to throw away their lives was truly wonderful.
"King of Gods, do you need us to offer our authorities to you?"
Hestia frowned. Although she could not understand the current situation, she knew strength came from unity. Gathering the gods' power and giving it to Russell was the best choice.
"No. Your authorities can't raise my upper limit. It makes no difference whether I have them or not."
Russell lowered his head and kissed