The embroidered golden lotus on Mo Shan's robe fluttered in the wind, and Li Che's eyes were bright.
Buzz—
When the spatial fluctuations completely calmed down.
Powerful divine spirit thoughts swept toward the position of the teleportation platform like a howling wind, making the space seem to freeze; each deity was like a mountain, making it difficult for the children stepping out to breathe.
The expressions of all the ancient village gods were grim.
No one expected that those who persisted to reach the Seventh Island were only five Divine Children.
Not a single ace Divine Child from the ten ancient villages made it here.
In fact, they were almost wiped out.
Those who managed to survive, abandoning the divine gambling battle, and teleporting away from the Grotto Heaven were mostly the lower-ranked Divine Children of the ancient villages.
The losses were severe!
