Sadius found the War God and the High Priestess while they were cultivating.
"O'Brien, Catherine, do you intend to stay here on the twelfth floor forever? Don't you have any thoughts of going to the next level to take a look?"
"We can't even defeat the guardian of the twelfth floor, let alone the thirteenth."
Clearly, the two had long lost their fighting spirit.
"That's not necessarily true. Even if you can't win, each of you should at least be able to hold off a lower God, right? While you hold them off, I can kill the other divine beings. After I finish them, I can give each of you one lower Divine Spark. If I'm not their match, you can immediately retreat back to the twelfth floor without consequence."
The two exchanged a glance, a flicker of interest appearing in their eyes.
"Fine. But no matter what unexpected situations occur, we'll retreat at the first sign of danger."
Sadius didn't expect them to put their lives on the line for him anyway.
"Then let's make a plan. Dylin, your task will be the heaviest. I need you to hold off the mid-level God, giving me time to slaughter all the lower Gods. It'll be difficult, and if you can't endure, just prioritize escaping. Don't force it."
Dylin nodded.
Although he was only a lower God, he could at least last a short while in the hands of a mid-level God.
Afterward, the four of them successively passed through the passage and entered the thirteenth floor.
The moment they stepped onto the thirteenth floor, Sadius immediately felt the strange, eerie atmosphere.
Here, it resembled the desolation of the Gebados Prison—barren and bleak.
Of course, the elemental essence of Heaven and Earth was still relatively dense.
"Beirut is a Sovereign of Wind. He created this Gods' Tomb, which essentially counts as a divine plane of the wind element. No wonder the wind element here is so rich. No wonder Linley comprehended the fusion profundity of the wind element in just ten short years within the Gods' Tomb." Sadius speculated silently.
"O'Brien, Catherine, stay close. I'm not very familiar with the situation on this thirteenth floor either."
The four stayed together, flying as they searched for the ten lower Gods and the single mid-level God guarding this floor.
Before long, they saw a castle standing alone in the desert.
For such a strange castle to appear in the middle of an endless desert, it was obvious—this had to be where the guardians resided.
Without hesitation, Sadius released his divine sense.
As his divine sense swept out, the divine-level beings inside the castle immediately flew out.
"Strange… why can I only sense a mid-level God? But clearly, eleven figures just flew out. Why can't I detect the aura of the lower Gods?"
"Four or five thousand years… finally someone has come! I thought the Yulan Plane no longer had any divine-level beings left."
The mid-level God, clad in a black robe, burst into hearty laughter upon seeing Sadius and his group.
Ever since the great war 4,700 years ago, he had been stationed as the guardian of this thirteenth floor. But no one had entered the thirteenth floor all this time.
He had begun to think that there were no more Gods left on the Yulan Plane and that he might be trapped in the Gods' Tomb forever.
"Four lower Gods. Not many… but just enough for me to finally leave this damned Gods' Tomb and return to the Netherworld. It's just a pity that my lord is no longer here…"
A flash of sorrow appeared on the mid-level God's face.
He was not originally a divine being of the Yulan Plane. He had followed a high-level God expert to this plane. Unfortunately, in the war 4,700 years ago, the high-level God he served had perished. He alone was left, imprisoned by Beirut on the thirteenth floor of the Gods' Tomb.
Beirut had ordered him to guard this floor—if he killed twenty lower Gods or two mid-level Gods, he would be permitted to leave the Gods' Tomb.
So many years had passed, yet he hadn't seen a single soul.
However, there was one thing even Beirut didn't know.
Inside his spatial ring, he already had quite a collection of lower Divine Sparks—wealth he had accumulated back in the Netherworld.
Within the ring, he had one mid-level Divine Spark and six lower Divine Sparks. He only needed to kill four more lower Gods to collect the required number of Divine Sparks to leave the Gods' Tomb.
Now, looking at the four lower Gods before him, the mid-level God couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
"Kill them all!" he commanded.
At his order, his ten "lower God" subordinates' eyes flashed crimson as they lunged toward Sadius' group.
"Something's wrong, sir! These ten don't have any soul aura at all."
Sadius narrowed his eyes at the ten red-eyed "lower Gods" and a suspicion formed.
These ten… they might not even be lower Gods. In fact, they might not even be living beings.
They were the legendary Death God Puppets!
Sadius couldn't be entirely sure of his guess.
"Dylin, O'Brien, Catherine—stick to the original plan."
Sadius reasoned that even if these ten were indeed Death God Puppets, there was no way they were high-level God-tier puppets. Mid-level God-tier was also unlikely.
After all, this was only the thirteenth floor.
If there were eleven mid-level God-tier combatants stationed here, that would be far too excessive.
Thus, Sadius, together with O'Brien and Catherine, immediately engaged this strange group.
Dylin quickly shook off the two "lower Gods" that tried to attack him and rushed straight toward the mid-level God.
"Since you've come seeking death, I'll grant your wish!"
The mid-level God gripped a divine artifact staff and began to battle with Dylin.
As for Sadius, O'Brien and Catherine stuck to the prearranged plan. Each of them held off one "lower God."
The remaining eight were all left to Sadius alone.
Sadius wielded the Violet Blood Divine Sword, instantly drawing the attention of all eight "lower Gods."
One against eight, Sadius showed no fear whatsoever.
He had already faced more than ten lower Gods simultaneously back in the prison.
Now, having become a dual-element God and possessing fused divine power, how could he possibly fear a mere eight lower Gods?
Sadius' sword slashed into one of the "lower Gods," slicing through its flesh—but when the blade struck its bones, a metallic clang rang out.
It seemed these ten truly were Death God Puppets.
Death God Puppets were a type of divine artifact, capable of obeying their master's commands to fight. Since they were artifacts, if you killed their master, their binding would be canceled.
Instead of dismantling these puppets, it would be better to simply kill the mid-level God who controlled them.
"Dylin, come back and pin down these Death God Puppets. I'm going to kill the mid-level God."
While Dylin was busy restraining the mid-level God, he paused, puzzled—what were Death God Puppets?
But since Sadius had changed the strategy, he naturally obeyed.
Dylin swiftly disengaged and flew toward Sadius.
The mid-level God hadn't yet realized what was happening.
He thought the other three lower Gods were simply being overwhelmed by his Death God Puppets and had called for their teammate's help.
But then he saw that as Dylin withdrew from the battlefield, Sadius also broke free from the encirclement of the eight Death God Puppets.
"Sadius! I only promised to help you hold off one opponent. What do you think you're doing?!"
The moment Sadius left, the eight Death God Puppets immediately turned toward O'Brien and Catherine.
Seeing this, O'Brien's face flushed with rage, but he could only grit his teeth and block their attacks.
Very soon, Dylin arrived.
"You can't even hold off these weaklings? Just retreat back to the twelfth floor already."
Dylin chided O'Brien bluntly.
O'Brien's face burned red with shame, but he had no choice but to fully exert himself to resist the Death God Puppets' onslaught.
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