Without any suspense, the Three Gods Temple overwhelmed the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races. However, they didn't kill many, but rather powerfully suppressed two hundred seventy Twelfth Realm powerhouses, sixteen hundred Eleventh Realm existences, and numerous Tenth Realm masters.
This was a terrifyingly powerful force.
But it was firmly suppressed by the Three Gods Temple.
Because they had a Divine Artifact.
It was a pagoda, held in the hands of a young man in white, and all the powerhouses of the alliance were suppressed within it.
Powerfully terrifying.
"Brother Jiang, I've seen you!" Holding the divine pagoda, the young man in white looked this way, his face wearing a smile, very amiable, "I am the younger brother Chu Yang."
"Brother Jiang, I am Wu Shanhe!" Another man in white approached, a halo of divine light enveloping his head, showering down thousands of Divine Dawns.
It was as if he carried all the Tao with him, unfathomable.
