Several hundred more years passed.
Jiang Yang traveled to every Divine Court and shelter, finding every member of the Divine Clan plagued by the Poison of Faith.
He even encountered a member of the Divine Clan who had just fallen.
Naturally, he dragged him straight back.
Once again, he displayed God King Jiang's domineering ways.
Whether they liked it or not, he cut the Divine Cores straight out of every Divine Clan member's body and sealed them away.
Even if they did not want to lose the power their Divine Cores granted them.
Every member of the Divine Clan suffered a grievous loss of vitality as a result, grumbling endlessly. Some even fell straight to King-Rank, becoming weak little scrubs in this era, weaker than many mortal heroes.
Thor of Northern Europe, Poseidon and Apollo of Olympus, Anubis of Egypt, Shiva of India, and the others-these relatively lightly injured members of the Divine Clan who still liked to make trouble-all received a beating from Jiang Yang and behaved themselves afterward.
Jiang Yang sternly ordered them not to emerge until they had recovered their strength.
Of course, those weakling members of the Divine Clan who could not even beat mortals were too embarrassed to go out looking for a thrashing either. Each stayed holed up in their lair, quietly healing and cultivating.
Even the five remaining God Kings were persuaded by Jiang Yang through physical means. Isa was the exception, of course. For some reason, she listened very obediently to him, God King Jiang.
At the Far North Shelter, Jiang Yang saw Filiya holding his broken sword, guarding Ania's ice coffin while quietly recovering from her injuries.
The moment the girl saw Jiang Yang arrive, she threw herself into his arms with tears brimming in her eyes.
She had suffered no