Lu Sheng's strength was definitely on par with the true gods', nobody doubted that. However, nobody knew exactly how powerful he was.
"What you spoke of is only our current strength. What would happen if we forced the churches into a corner and their true gods sent their avatars here? The descent of the saints isn't something funny," Scheer retorted in a cold voice from the side.
"Even if a true god descends into this world, as a saint, the most they could unleash is a peak demigod's strength. Perhaps they'd be able to unleash the strength of a lesser god with their regalia, but that's only possible by the few with formidable god power." Barnes was confident.
Among all the feudal lords, it was the one that left with Lu Sheng the most willingly.
It had been sick of hell for a long time. It was waiting for a chance to escape hell and be free from the control of the great lord of hell.