Everyone sighed secretly.
Originally, we thought we were fake... but it turns out they're even more fake.
This is an era of comparing the worst.
They're worse than us, and that's the end of it.
Through the fog of fate, Fortuna saw through the insides of the lantern fish, "But how is he so strong? Didn't we say before that the shackles of the Eighth Tier could only add some special abilities?"
The crafty old man of the Great Black Heaven stroked his beard, "Yes, it is strange, it seems the other side has more up their sleeve."
"That's fine." The God of Magic, Bal, said casually, "Isn't it our aim to gather information through constant exploration?"
"Then let's just keep watching." Everyone smiled, but their expressions suddenly turned serious.
Eyes cast downward.
Looking at the warriors dying on the battlefield, surrounded by divine light, every second being slaughtered by that lantern fish!
The Celestial Will guarding this trial world is truly astonishingly strong.
