With the Netherworld God overseeing the battle, the gods of the Heavenly Martial World were like clay chickens and pottery dogs, completely annihilated within half a day.
That night, Lu Hong came to the Netherworld God's tent to inquire about the day's battle situation.
"All the Heavenly God combat powers of the Heavenly Martial World have been killed by me. As for those below the Heavenly God, you'll have to rely on yourselves."
"What about our losses?"
"With me here, would there be any losses?" The Netherworld God gave Lu Hong a sidelong glance and then said, "There were definitely no deaths, but I didn't overly protect them. The injuries they deserved, they still had to endure. Their level is too low and must be improved quickly."
