The great world, the Undead Dimension.
Teng Ran leaned back on the chair and sat cross-legged again.
More than a minute had passed since the True Gods from the Undead Dimension—nearly five thousand of them—had been teleported to the gravel world. In all thirty gateways, there was not a single one where a True God had been exterminated. This made him absolutely certain that there was nothing wrong with any of these thirty dimensional gateways.
"What is the situation on casualties for the True Gods?" Teng Ran asked as he swept his gaze over the thirty-plus Virtual Gods present.
Before teleportation commenced, all 37 True Gods, Teng Ran included, had marked the True Gods they had captured with life imprints. Whenever a marked monster died, however, the life imprint would automatically dissipate.
The snake-headed man standing off to one side did some calculations, and very quickly shared his results.
