"This floor has three Elf Clan elders with the strength of Middle Gods, and an Elf Clan chief who is a Lowgod," Catherine said with a bitter smile.
Everyone fell silent. Three Middle Gods.
Loa might be able to handle two, but the remaining one-even the four of them together might not be able to beat that elder.
The Hellhound on the Twelfth Layer had been just one Middlegod Beast, yet it had nearly wiped them all out.
Now they faced three Middle Gods, plus a Lowgod.
"How about we retreat to the Twelfth Layer first and train for a few years before coming back?" O'Brien was the first to speak.
His words came out somewhat stiffly-the gap between the Twelfth and Thirteenth Layers was too great. Forcing their way through would be suicide. The others said nothing, but their silence was an answer in itself.
Dylan broke the silence. "I'm not confident I can break through to the Middle God level within ten years." His Path of Destruction had already reached the limits of a Lowgod, and his accumulated foundation had long been sufficient. But breakthroughs were not arithmetic problems; having enough accumulated did not guarantee one.
He needed an opportunity, pressure, a flash of insight in some battle to the death. Would ten years be enough? He could make no promises.
Every gaze turned to Loa. He was the only Middle God among the five, making him their undisputed mainstay.
Loa did not answer immediately. He mentally reviewed his trump cards.
His wind divine clone-both the wind space profound mystery and the speed profound mysteries (I don't know whether anyone still doesn't know that the speed profound mysteries are formed by fusing the profound mysteries of fast and slow, so I'm mentioning it here) had long since reached