Upon hearing this, all the Gods widened their eyes in disbelief. The Blazing Angel had drunk the Water of the Evil River. Was that not too fake?
The God of Light frowned. There seemed to be a dark cloud on his old face that could not be dispelled. The Blazing Angel was the purest, kindest, and most powerful angel in the entire world.
Each of them had been through hundreds of battles and had been tested for a long time. They had fought against evil for thousands of years. If one of them died, it would be a great loss.
As for the Goddess of Moonlight, she looked at the Blazing Angel's corpse and was deep in thought. She looked in a certain direction and said, "No matter what, the God of Creation's divine artifact has disappeared. It's time for us to leave."
The God of Justice let out a long sigh. "Let's go. Bring the believers back to the main plane."
After that, the Gods of the good camp left with their believers.