Boom!
It was as if a bomb had been detonated in the calm waters of a lake, causing huge ripples to emerge.
Under the watchful eyes of millions of creatures, Moore stood on Hope One, his fur bristling in anger. His body was surrounded by golden and blue bolts of lightning that extended up to the sky.
On the basis of size alone, Moore, who was only slightly taller than a human, could not be compared with the imposing deities in the sky.
However, at this moment, after shouting such an arrogant and domineering line, his burning spirit made every creature that saw him "ignite"!
Undoubtedly, humans had gained the upper hand in their first encounter with the gods.
This was an unprecedented phenomenon.
The gods behind the Five Royal Clans could easily destroy any clan without a true god; they would encounter very little resistance or sometimes even none at all.
However, on the present wasteland, an exception had appeared.
