Nezha's body is surrounded by the corpses of hundreds of angels. Zeus is firmly pinned to the ground by the Flaming Spear, unable to move.

But in the sky, there are still large numbers of angels besieging Nezha.

"Oh gods, save me, please save me."

"Laozi, Jade Emperor, where are you? Why don't you bless us?"

"What about Nüwa? What about Fuxi, the ancestor of mankind? Have you abandoned us?"

In their helplessness, the people can only pray, praying to the most powerful and formidable gods they know.

Hoping that the gods can bless them, come out to rescue them, fight for them, and defend their homeland.

But besides Nezha, who is constantly coughing up blood, Kua Fu, who is half kneeling on the ground gasping for breath, Qin Jun Yingling who remains alive against all odds, and Bai Qi, who is gripping a broken sword, there are no other deities coming to help.

"Why? Why is that?"

"Don't the gods of China want us anymore?"

"The gods of China, what are they doing?"

My eyes are bloodshot as I look at my second senior brother. "Where are the other gods? Why haven't they come yet? China is so vast, these few people can't hold it!"

My second senior brother hangs his head and remains silent.

"What about the eldest senior brother? Monkey brother? You've all come, why hasn't he? And what about the many ancient gods? Chi You, Yellow Emperor, Pangu, Ying Long, where are they?"

"We agreed back then."

"What did we agree on?" I grab onto Zhu Bajie's shoulder, looking frenzied.

"We agreed that you would bring the slumbering deities and guard our homeland."

I slump to the ground, unable to regain my senses for a long time. It turns out it's all because of me.

Who am I after all?

Western gods keep appearing and joining the battle.

Prometheus, with a wave of his hand, turns the land into scorched earth. This fire thief taught his people to use fire, but now he uses fire to slaughter the land of China.

Hades, with a gesture, shrouds the heavens and the earth in darkness, as the power of the underworld corrupts everything.

Susano'o wields the Kusanagi sword, having already cut off all seven heads of Aomitsu. Aomitsu shows no fear and continues to fight fiercely against Susano'o.

I never expected that this ancient beast would now be desperately protecting the people of China.

Izanagi mutters syllables I can't understand.

Many ordinary people are already kneeling before her with worshipful gazes, as if they would die for this enemy.

The gods of China are also gradually awakening.

Apart from the resurrected Fire God Zhurong, who roars and confronts Prometheus, scorching his hair to a crisp, there is only the howl of the Heavenly Dog, which awakens the people who are kneeling in front of Izanagi.

The gods of China are too few, and the power to effectively strike against the opposing forces is also too limited.

Each god is in a state of fighting ten or even a hundred opponents alone.

Before long, the first fallen deity of China appears.