Everywhere the eyes could see, the ground shook and the mountains swayed, making it impossible for people to stand steadily.
Gurgling sounds echoed as massive eruptions of black mud burst forth, each hundreds of meters high, before raining back down, spreading an earthy odor and coating everything in a layer of black.
Those mud monsters were also hit by disaster; some were right on top of the rising columns of black mud and were instantly overturned by the powerful eruptions, scattered in pieces.
The gods were thoroughly enraged.
To these people, including Lin Baici, even in their giant forms, they were merely appetizers for the gods, but number 156 was different—it had inflicted heavy damage on the god twice in a short period.
The god's pride, along with his anger at being nearly destroyed, unleashed his full divine majesty.