The rebel organization had been completely annihilated, and there were no more enemies around the underground palace. The believers quickly gathered and formed a defensive circle.
Even if some of them had ill intentions, it was not an easy task to break through the defensive circle set up by the believers.
The underground palace was safe again, but the spiritualist's expression was grave. He didn't feel relaxed at all.
Not to mention whether there were any traitors among these believers, just the fact that Neptune was secretly coveting them at the moment.
This was the mortal enemy of the indigenous gods, the kind that would not rest until one of them was dead. As long as there was a chance, they would definitely attack.
As for the previous explosion, as well as the blood and flesh flying in the air, they were all just illusions.
Those who did not know the truth might believe it, but the spiritualist would never believe that Poseidon would die so easily.
