How many stages did a stage play need?
To put it simply, probably only three.
The opening.
The climax.
The curtain call.
This stage called Garden Star had already reached its final phase.
But often, when the curtain fell.
One last wave would surge up!
The Demon Flower God had fallen.
Its believers, its monsters.
They had not perished the instant it fell.
Instead, they began to run wild.
It had cultivated its presence on Garden Star for many years.
It had been only one step away from making this place its Divine Kingdom.
Now that it was dead, that final step could never be taken.
The Flower Demons began attacking every area where the Sky Garden had crashed, heedless of their lives.
The worst-hit area was where the siege army led by Fan Huo and Chai Ming stood.
They encountered unprecedented resistance.
Countless Flower Demons charged forward without fear of death and detonated their bodies.
Even this City of Faith was riddled with holes by the explosions.
"They want to take this city down with them, along with us."
Fan Huo puffed on his cigar, no emotion discernible in the eyes behind his sunglasses.
"So? Can't handle it anymore? Going to make another tactical retreat? Slither back with your tail between your legs?"
Chai Ming's mocking words made Fan Huo turn his head.
"This is merely a Divine Kingdom that never fully took shape."
"There's no need for a strategic retreat yet. But, Chai Ming, the god you wanted to kill should already be dead."
"Are you sure you still want to push inside?"
Chai Ming waved a hand dismissively.
"It doesn't matter."
"We've already come this far. We ought to go in and take a look, no matter what. Maybe we'll even meet the powerhouse who accomplished the