The Undead Tribe really was too numerous.
Whether it was the All Gods watching from the Starry Sky or the Legendary ones spectating by various means, they all couldn't help but sigh.
Even the Sun God and the Goddess of the Silvermoon, who had cooperated with the God of Time and Space from the beginning, couldn't imagine why so many people were bravely fighting for matters of other worlds.
Even if they wouldn't die, they gained no benefits either!
Not only was a vast amount of time wasted, but dying once wasn't entirely painless either.
However, there were so many in the Undead Tribe willing to rush forward one after another.
The God of Smithing looked down at his slaughtered kinsmen, clenched his teeth, and roared, "Die together, King Saral!"
His peculiar Divine Hammer instantly ascended into the sky, and William pulled out his Giant Shield, keeping his eyes tightly fixed on it.
