On the stone slab floating in the sky, two vague shadows gradually appeared. Suddenly, the woman's voice emitted a soft murmur, "Bobol, can the Nine Pillar Gods truly grasp that slim chance of survival?"
"Now, everything is unknown. Our Maya Clan is blessed with some prophecies from our ancestors. Deploying the Nine Pillar Gods to the lower realm, whether it will be success or failure, I'm afraid even the true gods cannot predict," the man's vague shadow sighed.
"Fortunately, we've obtained a Candle of Life, which at least... gives us an extra opportunity." The woman's vague shadow added, "It's a pity about the last Chaos Staff... If it had fallen into our hands, with that staff, we would have had some security."
