Bab 1557: Chapter 1558: Little Trick

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The towering god statue issued a series of wails in the void, its body engulfed in flames, falling from the sky to the earth like a small mountain, leaving a large crater in the ground.

The battle among deities was no different from that of ordinary mortals, perhaps even more cruel and bloodier. Song Jian's legs were nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch as countless deities cried and screamed in pain, bleeding in front of his eyes, one by one.

Song Jian shivered, feeling like an ant under the oppressive might of divine wrath. Any thoughts of matching strength with a divine-level powerhouse dissipated at that moment, and he even began to regret why he had so eagerly entered the Divine Fall Land of the Goddess of Harvest.