On the other side of the Divine Realm, above the ruins, the surviving deities had formed an alliance again after so many days of effort, gathering over two hundred deities.
They had assembled from various places, fighting their way here.
For over twenty days, they had fought and gathered others along the way, finally fighting their way into a group this large.
Some in the crowd sat, some crouched, and others stood motionless.
Rong Nianbing stood at the very front.
The rock beneath his feet was half a foot taller than those around it. Standing on it, he could see the entire crowd. Over a dozen deities surrounded him, discussing what to do next.
Rong Nianbing asked, "Is there still no news about the God of Darkness, the God of Light, or the God of Space?"
The Wind God frowned and shook his head.
"We can't find them."
"Those three... seem to have vanished forever."
"From the looks of it, someone killed them."
At those words, everyone immediately fell silent.
"Those were three First-Level Gods, not cabbages growing by the roadside! How could they just die like that?"
A Second-Level God in the front row could not hold back and took half a step forward.
The Wind God laughed once.
There was no joy in that laugh. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, then fell. "Never mind those three."
"We haven't seen so much as a shadow of the Eight First-Level Gods under the Destruction God King either."
"It looks like they're all dead."
"Just look at the top three on the points leaderboard."
"Those three have so many points. They definitely killed them."
After those words fell, a low rustle passed through the crowd.
Someone wiped their hands on their trousers. Someone else took half a step back.