Lynn looked at him with a faint smile and gently shook his head, his tone growing softer.
"It's only a number, everyone."
"Just as we slaughter tens of thousands of livestock every year, and the chemicals we produce can easily kill hundreds of millions of insects, we don't care in the slightest how many of them die. It's really the same principle, everyone. Do you honestly think four billion is a lot?"
"No, not at all. Because that's only the baseline. It isn't just their god that's coming, but their locust-like armies as well. That number will only keep rising."
He turned to look at the trembling Bai Yi in the corner of the screen and said slowly:
"Now you should understand why I was so desperate to come back. Because this has been a war all along."
Bai Yi slumped vacantly in the Evil Spirit chair.
And at last, he understood.
Yes.
It had begun long ago.
His very first summoning to Hell had been because of the Flesh God Cult. From the establishment of the Supernatural General Administration to the increasing supernatural incidents and missing-person cases around the world, the Flesh God Cult's invasion of this world had begun long ago...
They simply hadn't noticed.
At that moment, almost everyone on the screen turned their gaze toward the representative of the Hidden Cultivation Society, whose face was concealed beneath a white hood and who had remained silent from the start.
The First Saint of the Hidden Cultivation Society was also humanity's foremost representative of supernatural power thus far.
And finally.
The man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of golden eyes beneath his hood, and fixed his gaze on Lynn.
"Then do you know what they're descending here for?"
His voice held no trace of emotion.
Yet