After all, this group of madmen doesn't differentiate between friend and foe.
Although most were extinguished immediately, under the twisted power of the deities, more beings became believers and spread their ecology.
Among them, Gary Smith intervened a few times, trying to fish, and hunt descending deities in the mortal world, but unfortunately, those guys were too cunning and gave no opportunities.
After busying himself for a while, he only managed to capture one wood-attribute divine waste.
Both sides entered a brief period of calm, but everyone understood this was just the calm before the snowstorm.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was already late December.
The months in the Main World weren't too different from those in his previous life, except that they were more profound, involving various spiritual divisions.
December marked the Supreme Sun's period of silence, lasting one month.
