On the battlefield of the Exiled Land, more and more gods from the Ancient God Pantheon had completely perished.
As the number of remaining ancient gods dwindled, their situation beca increasingly dire.
At this mont, Blayd, the Blood God, let out an enraged roar.
"Why? Why must you new gods push us to the brink of extinction?"
In fact, Blayd had already realized that the situation on the battlefield was collapsing completely.
The old friends he had once known were all falling one by one.
In just a few short minutes, more than three gods from the Ancient God Pantheon had already perished in this battle.
The remaining few, though still alive, were on the verge of dying.
Their combat strength had fallen to less than a third of their peak form.
At this mont, the gods of the Ancient God Pantheon were under the greatest pressure they had ever faced.
If this continued, the legacy of the Ancient God Pantheon might very well disappear completely.
They were already contemplating whether they should find an opportunity to retreat from the battlefield.
But the problem was, the Exiled Land was limited in space, and those mad dogs from the modern pantheon showed no rcy or any opportunity for escape.
So they had not found a chance to flee.
anwhile, the gods of the modern divine pantheon naturally showed no signs of rcy.
"You think we are trying to exterminate you? Let ask you, what were you doing when our modern divine system was rising?"
"That’s right, all we are doing now is replicating what you once did."
"The difference is, you failed in the end, but we will absolutely succeed!"
The intensity of the battle on the field escalated once again.
Faer, after dispatching his previous opponents, beca even more unrestrained.
Facing the remaining enemies, Faer used nearly all of his power to create a massive magic array that could cover the entire Exiled Land!
The next mont, the elents in the Exiled Land seed to go wild, falling into an unprecedented frenzy and madness!
Thunder, flas, pure water, vines...
Countless attacks made up of the sa elents began to assault the struggling ancient gods from all directions.
In the face of such wide-ranging area damage skills, even so of the gods from the modern pantheon chose to temporarily retreat from the frontline.
Mist, for example, had already hidden himself completely within the Mist, and Luck Goddess Luke used her luck points to hide in a place that wouldn’t be targeted.
It was Daniel, however, who had no intention of evading at all.
At this mont, these elental skills could no longer harm him.
Similarly, Aurelia and Kartora also seed unaffected by the elents.
Instead, it was the remaining ancient gods who, upon sensing the gathering of elents and the incoming attacks, found their wounds worsening simultaneously!
If these gods were at their peak strength, these large-scale elental attacks might not have had a significant impact on them.
But the current situation was like a small crack in a dam, eventually leading to its collapse.
With injuries already sustained and their divine power running low, these wide-area attacks quickly aggravated their wounds in a short amount of ti.
During this wave of area damage,
a number of Ancient God Pantheon gods were bombarded into dust by the elents, having exhausted their divine power.
At the sa ti, Kartora, the God of Ti, unleashed her domain.
But this ti, instead of taking a direct offensive approach, she attached the power of ti to the elental attacks released by Faer.
Ti might not be as bloody as other forms of combat,
but its destructive power was even more terrifying.
Thus, the situation on the battlefield shifted once again.
When the elental attacks struck the ancient gods, they exploded with the power of ti.
The ti power rapidly accelerated the aging of the ancient gods, forcing them into a state of weakness as if a young, healthy person suddenly beca old!
This form of attack wasn’t simply a matter of one plus one being greater than two.
After receiving the weakening effect of the ti power, the elental attacks followed in rapid succession.
As a result, more and more ancient gods fell, unable to withstand the onslaught.
Seeing that the remaining ancient gods were now fewer and fewer, Daniel suddenly raised his hand, temporarily halting the attack.
His mind power swept across the dying ancient gods before he spoke:
"I ask you, do you want to continue living?"
For these ancient gods, nothing was more important than staying alive.
Especially after seeing their companions fall, their desire to survive had beco even stronger.
As Daniel spoke, an unprecedented silence fell over the battlefield.
Even the gods from the Backworld, who had long been hiding in the corners, trembling in fear, now peered out from their hiding places.
Because they understood that what Daniel was about to say would determine the future of the entire Backworld.
Thus, all intelligent beings were paying attention to the latest developnts in the Exiled Land.
At that mont, Luck Goddess Luke’s figure suddenly appeared beside Daniel.
"Lord Crossbridge, what are your thoughts?"
"Perhaps... we don’t need to go all the way to complete extermination."
Daniel conveyed his thoughts and then focused his gaze on Blayd, the Blood God.
The very existence of Blayd reminded him of a forr enemy, Fleshheart.
Back then, Fleshheart’s domain had overlapped to so extent with that of Blayd, the Blood God.
Logically, Fleshheart should have ceased to exist.
But in reality, Fleshheart not only existed but had also taken control of the Land of Origin, becoming a powerful Fake God.
However, as Daniel’s mind power swept across Blayd, the Blood God, he had already co to an answer.
In truth, Daniel couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.
Fleshheart had once been such a powerful being in his eyes!
At that ti, Daniel had almost used all of humanity’s strength, seizing the opportunity when Fleshheart was severely wounded, to finally defeat him.
But now, it seed that Fleshheart was rely a re incarnation of Blayd, the Blood God.
And this incarnation wasn’t like Daniel’s own clones, which inherited all of his strength.
To be more precise, Fleshheart was just a drop of Blayd’s blood.
That’s right, just a drop of blood!
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