"First Vice Lord of the Eastern Shrine, Li Tianjun?"
Lin Wudao's eyes turned cold.
Through Pei Ji's memories, he had already understood the cause and effect of the matter clearly.
"It seems that I have to think of a way to remove the shrine, which is a pain in the ass. Otherwise, it will ultimately be a disaster if left around," He thought to himself.
Following this, Lin Wudao turned his gaze to the Great Green Mountain beneath his feet.
At this moment, the originally towering Great Green Mountain that pierced through the clouds had been cut in half by the divine might.
Other than that, the area within ten thousand miles of Great Green Mountain had been plowed again and again. The earth was filled with devastation. The tribe from before and the divine city that was being built were all reduced to ruins.
Lin Wudao felt helpless when he saw this.
The divine might of True Gods was not something that mortals could withstand.
