As soon as he finished speaking, twelve elderly Chen Clan painters came to stand before Lif and twisted apart the painting scrolls on their backs one by one.
There was nothing else in these paintings, only the two gods of water and fire, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.
The Fire God Zhu Rong's scarlet hair shot straight into the sky, his beard blazing like fire; the Water God Gong Gong's eyes were ice-blue, blue currents of water coiling around his ankles.
Twelve thousand statues of gods and buddhas flew into the sky, rising to hang above the center of the battlefield.
Gods and buddhas filling the heavens!
The sky full of gods and buddhas that Chen Yu had once longed for was now reappearing in the hands of the Puppet Master.
Hundreds of years ago, Chen Xuanwu, with his own strength alone, summoned thirteen hundred gods and buddhas and in one battle sealed his name as a god.
And today, the Puppet Master was using twelve thousand gods and buddhas to complete the domination of this world.
