At this moment, Sterl's avatar, disguised as a burly man with a full beard, lay in the soil, listening to the distant conversation of the deities.
Sure enough, he sensed that the avatar had been discovered, with an immensely powerful thought sweeping over him.
But the deities couldn't care less...
They weren't worried about any intelligence leaks; they had just wanted the players to leave earlier to avoid them being directly killed by the aftermath.
"Lords, what can we do for you?"
Willis's subordinates put on flattering smiles, desperately trying to secure a chance at survival.
However, the deities present didn't even bother to look at them.
Do the thoughts of ants matter?
The elderly God of Shadows and Conspiracy smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I just need to borrow something from you."
"What a classic plot development!" Sterl's avatar transmitted the message, and his true self couldn't help but mock in his mind.
