The Supreme God

At that very moment,

deep in the core area of the Abyss of Darkness,

countless tents were densely packed with occupants. For the time being, they were functioning as temporary shelters.

An unprecedented number of creatures had moved into this area which did not have the capacity to accommodate such an influx.

In one of the tents sat eight figures with sharp auras. Each of them had a ferocious expression, but at the same time there were also worried looks on their faces.

If Austin were here, he would immediately recognize that these eight figures were the eight supreme leaders of the eight branches of pilgrims. But for now, they remained anonymous.

"When can we stage our counterattack?

The boredom is killing me, just staying here all day long!"

King Yates complained with a grimace on his face. He was the most arrogant in the group. Being stuck in one place all day long was something that he was not used to.

"Well, the livestock race is very powerful and not to be underestimated. What could we use to launch counter attacks to them?"

King Tobian said in a hushed and disapproving voice.

"He's right.

I know that this isn't something that we are used to, but we must be patient and wait for the best time to counterattack. Otherwise, we could end up losing a lot!

The livestock race is indeed too powerful for us to deal with, though I'd hate to admit it.

We are still too weak, unfortunately.

I think we'd better stay here for the time being and concentrate on improving and developing our skills. When we have enough confidence and strength, we can launch our counterattack.

Otherwise, with our current strength, the losses and consequences will be unimaginable if we take action recklessly,"

King Lionel added lightly with his eyebrows knitted.

"I also agree.

It makes total sense.

King Yates, may I remind you of what happened in the past? Have you forgotten?

We had been in a war with the livestock race for decades. But, the eight of us were defeated most of the time. That is the sole reason that we have escaped into the Abyss of Darkness."

King Edmund joined in, nodding in agreement.

For a moment, the group just sat there in silence, deeply contemplating.

Even King Yates didn't say anything more. He was clearly outnumbered and it made no sense to retort anymore.

He also knew that the eight branches of pilgrims were underdogs compared to the livestock race. He was no fool, after all.

If they insisted on launching a counterattack, it would only end up in failure or worse, death!

"Forget it. Let's put up with it for a while then.

The most important thing for us now, is to enhance our strength.

and is everything

we don't have enough strength, it'll be utterly

King Tobian sighed helplessly.

the eight of us are already governing

is

has dozens of

there are only eight of us being the governing gods on

the main reason why it is impossible

Lionel sighed

we must take it

to break through and become a governing god, after

King Tobian agreed further.

let's go back and practice harder

frustrating discussion, they all planned to go back to

At that moment,

were all

and reported in

"Bad news!

Bad news!

livestock race is all gathering

livestock race have come out! I hurried back as soon

you sure?" Upon hearing

supreme leaders were

"Damn it!

we have no choice now. We have to fight them with all

His fighting spirit started boiling and he

Branch was the most belligerent and irritable among the

down. Don't

because of your emotions and reckless

King Yates from

other several supreme leaders all

find out where we

will compromise everyone's safety and will get all of us

Lionel urged

the order

up and get ready to

hold down the army

never, ever expose the whereabouts of our army

without

leaders, King Tobian was the wisest and had the highest

one dared to disobey his

this moment, King Yates had finally calmed

to pack up and

At that same moment,

the Abyss

chaotic sky-devouring beast and hundreds of primitive

were several governing

by their

thundering steps that made the void shake, the army strode toward the Abyss

the governing gods of the livestock race. If they

security and control, he