Chapter 1165

"There are too many True Gods."

Li Yue flew at low altitude, moving at extreme speed.

Along the entire path.

With his powerful perception, he naturally sensed the auras of many True Gods.

Among them.

Most were Lower-Grade True Gods.

But there were also Middle-Grade True Gods.

However, whether Lower-Grade True Gods or Middle-Grade True Gods.

They all desperately concealed their auras.

It was just that.

He controlled the fivefold Divine Office of 'Celestial Phenomena'; his perception was so strong it completely rivaled that of an Upper-Grade True God.

That was why he could sense the auras of those hidden True Gods.

However, he did not make a move.

If others do not offend me, I will not offend them.

This was the principle he decided to follow in the Outer Battlefield.

Controlling the 'Celestial Phenomena Divine Office' involved fate.

It made him, in a vague way.

Gain a deeper understanding of karma.

Having a just cause for action was still very important.

However.

His own concealment methods did not seem very good.

Along the entire path, his aura leaked out a bit.

His speed was not considered fast either.

At this moment.

Ninety thousand kilometers away from him.

In a mountain valley.

"Damn Light-attribute True Gods! They actually possess a Middle-Grade Artifact of Speed! If my speed were not lacking, I would have killed them long ago!"

A man with a horn on his forehead and a wolf's head growled lowly, his face full of unwillingness:

"Light-attribute True Gods are truly wealthy; even a peak Lower-Grade True God possesses a Middle-Grade Artifact of Speed!"

Chilling killing intent radiated from his body in waves.

Anyone who glanced at it felt their heart pounding with extreme fear.

"Light-attribute True Gods are indeed wealthy."

Beside him, an Ice Giant clad in azure armor spoke in a low voice.

"No need to rush."

"There are so many True Gods in the Outer Battlefield; just find another target."

An elder of the 'Ancient God Clan', possessing three heads and six arms, twisted his neck and spoke coldly.

"With our strength, as long as we do not encounter a Middle-Grade True God of the Two Full Moons level or higher, we are virtually invincible."

A man of the 'Sword Spirit Clan', standing like a sword planted in the ground, spoke with a ringing voice, like metal clashing.

"There is a Human there!"

"A peak Lower-Grade True God!"