Even if those believers are likely worshiping other gods.

But as long as they’re not devotees, they will have a piece of his belief in their hearts due to the fear of death, providing a portion of Power of Faith equivalent to shallow believers.

This also makes the Power of Faith he holds exceptionally strong, and consequently, his death authority particularly powerful.

The effect on living beings is particularly pronounced, which is why he is confident against any foreign enemies.

Enemies are inevitably human, and if they are human, they must have life, which means he can effectively restrain all enemies!

Not to mention, recently he grew again, crossing a certain boundary, and now he can even grant death to non-living objects!

Even though this time the enemy appears to have stronger means, to him, there is no difference!

"War God, once they are flustered by the corrosion of my death fog, take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack!

Be careful of the attacks from those strange things, they still pose a considerable threat to you."

Death God commanded a few Seventh Rank beings beside him through the connection of belief, extremely confident in his abilities of Divine Arts.

He could almost foresee these enemies, just like the foreign foes he previously encountered, recklessly touching his death fog due to unfamiliarity with his powers and being eroded by his death authority.

Finally realizing their own decline and becoming frantic.

"Die, and become the resource for my harvest of belief!"

Death God roared, the death fog under his control had crossed a long distance and shrouded that oddly charming enemy.

But soon, Death God noticed something amiss.

Why, after his fog shrouded them, did those enemies remain unmoved, as if it had no effect?

Even if it were sculptures or iron-clad figures, after the last war had been strengthened, under the authority of erosion by the dead, they should fall into decay and begin to crumble!

Could they be directly immune to my power?

No, that’s impossible!

My death authority can easily erode unless it’s an illusion!

Yes, it must be an illusion cast by them!

A result this unexpected from his always exceptionally effective power, even the mighty Eighth Rank Death God was slightly panic-stricken.

Quickly finding an explanation to suppress the panic within, yet his expression had lost its former confidence, using anger to cover the trace of fear, he shouted:

"Full force attack! Break all those illusions for me, find their true bodies!"

Other Seventh Rank True Gods were accustomed to following the commands of the Divine King, not daring to defy them, executing orders without any doubt.

War God and God of Giants, two gods adept in melee, donned armor using the Power of Faith and charged forward from the troop.

Several True Gods skilled in ranged attacks showcased their signature Divine Arts.

Some had vast ranges of scorching light rays, some appeared out of thin air in a concentrated torrent, some were a hailstorm akin to a rain of swords with a few large ice spears mixed in...

Even in the starry sky, from a transcendent perspective in their immense numbers and ultimate development, these attacks were quite primitive in form.

But these were genuinely high-tier attacks.

Simply because their nature is the Power of Faith, influenced by the tendency of the Power of Faith, they manifested in such forms in reality. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Death God understood clearly the extent of his subordinate True Gods’ attacks.

His gaze locked onto the "illusions" in the distance, safe in the black fog, the first to hit the enemy was the scorching rays cast by the "God of Drought".

The scorching rays illuminated the void around those few enemies minutely, though the attack power wasn’t large, it succeeded in having a large enough range to detect all concealment!

Yet this time, nothing was found unexpectedly.

Could their illusionary abilities be so powerful, that they hadn’t concealed their true bodies nearby?

Death God’s heart sank, fortunately, the God of Drought responded immediately, shining his scorching light together towards the surroundings, leaving no dead angle.

While the remaining attacks closely followed, reaching alongside the two melee gods.

This time, those enemies safe in the black fog finally moved.

The powerhouse of the same rank as him, like him, did not take direct action, but the ones following, comparable to his subordinate gods, showcased various abilities unknown to him.

Some transformed into metallic lumps, some demonstrated unfamiliar "Divine Arts", without exception, all powers he did not understand.

Seeming not weaker than him.

However, by this moment, Death God was already immersed in his own thoughts, gritting his teeth as he shouted:

"Do not worry, those are all illusions, break them!"

Even if whether he or those True Gods responsible for attacking could easily sense that the power contained in those attacks, it was far from something an illusion could explain.

Only Death God, who made the judgment, was unwilling to acknowledge their authenticity, unwilling to admit his power had somehow lost its effect.

And as the ones responsible for attacking, truly facing these attacks, the two Seventh Rank True Gods dared not question the Divine King’s decision, instinctively following the command.

Yet given the pressure of the ensuing attacks ahead, they still withheld some power, keeping reserve strength to respond to those clashing attacks.