Having lit the fuse, Lin Bai left a split soul of the God of Darkness, implanted with a Darkness Godhead, in the Mist Forest as an anchor. Then he quietly led his many disciples out of the Gods and Devils Continent and into the Real World.
This battle was crucial. Lin Sibai, Lin Five Bai, and all his other divine incarnations entered standby mode.
Lin Bai had to concentrate on the coming melee.
"I don't know why, but something feels wrong."
"Yeah! The Lightning Heavenly King acts like he doesn't have a brain. Even if they can extract and copy Divine Cores, there's no need to make such a spectacle of it. They could conquer one god after another, like they did with the God of Darkness, instead of provoking all the deities at once."
"They've only been in the Gods and Devils Continent a few days. They haven't studied or investigated those deities in depth. Even the stupidest player wouldn't do what they're doing."
"No, they would. Stupid players don't make any preparations before fighting a boss."
"But players like that will never become top players."
"An invisible hand is pushing this whole affair forward from behind the scenes."
"You might as well just name Lin Bai."
"Whoever benefits is the culprit. Why can't those old fossils, who've lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, figure that out?"
"Who knows? Maybe they've been hit with an intelligence-reducing aura!"
"First, those deities are powerful beings who spend most of their time asleep. Second, even when something happens, they can quickly settle it with brute force. Use it or lose it—they've grown accustomed to solving problems with overwhelming strength. Over time, their intelligence naturally deteriorates. Dinosaurs were enormous, weren't they? But their brains were pitifully small. Throughout