Towering figures stood like pillars in the Bewildering Dustlands.0

The Outer Gods emerging from the spatial rifts were visibly surprised when they saw the True Gods of the human race gathered near the World Tree. 0

A solemn light shone within the Outer Gods' eyes.0

Many among these Outer Gods had participated in hunts against the True Gods before and were well acquainted with Lin Baixiang and the others. However, despite being in this desperate situation, the True Gods appeared surprisingly composed, no longer giving off the impression of prey.0

"Where does their confidence come from?" A high-ranking God of the Spirit Race played idly with a black crystal orb. Complex runes shimmered across its surface, exuding the faint aura of frozen time.0

This high-ranking God had spent his life comprehending the profound essence of time and was the one Fu Ya believed capable of standing toe-to-toe with the Duke of Thunder.0

If not for Fu Ya ascending as a Sovereign before him, with his natural talent and the full support of the Spirit Race behind him, he, too, could have become a Sovereign as well.0

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