Every part of their bodies hurt, but the death warriors still straightened their backs and stood upright. The blood in their bodies was burning. Except for Xiaobai, the god of reincarnation, they would not kneel down to worship any god, even if they sacrificed their lives.
The price is not hesitant.
The true god of Jinora originally just wanted to teach them a lesson. As long as these messengers from the Samsara Tribe bow their heads, everything would be easy.
But what he didn't expect was that these people were all tough and could resist his divine power.
This can't help but make True God Jinora angry. The act of waiting for everyone is tantamount to slapping him in the face. There are hundreds of gods in the temple, and being slapped in the face in public, how can he, the True God, convince the crowd? Who will do it in the future?
I will still fear him, and I will still trust him.
Without stopping, the angry True God Jinora directly strengthened the pressure of the True God, and even more terrifying power descended on the Death Warrior.
The death warrior stood up with burning blood. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt that the weight on his body suddenly increased, at least doubling!
The body sank suddenly, everyone gritted their teeth at the same time, their faces flushed, their straight bodies were slightly stooped, their legs were trembling, but they did not bend at all and remained straight.
"Huh!" Li groaned, trembling all over, and straightened up again.
All the gods present looked sideways. If they could stand up straight for the first time, the gods didn't think so, thinking that the true gods had let go. But what happened this time?
It's impossible for the True God to release water twice, that is to say... this mortal actually withstood the pressure of the True God!
Taking the lead, the other death warriors were not to be outdone. They gritted their teeth and straightened up again. Some warriors had blood on their mouths, but they didn't even have the chance to raise their hands to wipe it. They were holding back their breath.
If it leaks, you really won't be able to stand up straight again.
A powerful pressure broke out and swept through the entire temple. Even the gods could clearly feel the anger in the divine power.
The pressure on the death warriors has been strengthened again. If this strong pressure fell on ordinary tribesmen, they could easily be crushed into a puddle of flesh.
The pressure was as if it had a physical form, and it crashed down.
The result... was actually not as good as before, the death warrior's body didn't even bend and stood straight on the spot.
The terrifying pressure continued to squeeze their bodies, and their feet had sunk into the huge stone slabs underground, leaving deep footprints.
The huge stone slab did not crack, but was stepped on and left footprints!
The pressure on the death warriors can be imagined, but even so, they did not make any movement, their eyes wide open, and they remained motionless.
The blood was squeezed out along their pores, forming drops of blood, which mixed with sweat and flowed all over the body, dyeing their bodies red.
The terrifying force, the pain of broken bones, torn muscles, heavy sweating, and water loss caused by bleeding made their faces pale and their lips chapped.
The persistence and stubbornness of the death warriors shocked the gods present. They could not understand what was the reason that allowed the primitive man in front of them to have such persistence and such strong willpower.
That's right, Li and the others are persisting by relying on willpower. Their bodies are about to lose consciousness, and the pain is gradually becoming numb.
"Unyielding." A god said softly.
"Unyielding." Another god murmured.
"unyielding!"
"unyielding!"
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One after another, the voices of the gods grew from small to loud, from muttering to hysterical roars. Even if they were angry, even if they looked down on low-level creatures like primitive people, they were still shocked by Li and others.
Not to mention these gods, even the true god of Jinora was stunned and looked at them in disbelief.
As true gods, none of them have existed for hundreds of years, and there are many who have lived for eighteen hundred years. During their existence, they have seen too many lives and too many primitive people.
Arrogance also comes from their vision.
No one has ever successfully challenged them, and no one has ever been able to stand upright in front of their divine power.
Divine power, what is it? It is the most basic ability of a god. It is not even an ability. It can be said that a god has divine power. It is just a fact.
But with this kind of momentum, he can easily defeat all the tribesmen, and no one can stop him.
Although the rules of heaven and earth exist, they cannot attack the tribesmen arbitrarily, but it does not prevent them from looking down on the tribesmen. After all, they are not beings of the same level.
Just like a human being, would you look squarely at a bug? Would you put a bug on the same level as yourself?
No, similarly, the Jinora gods would not put primitive people in the same position as themselves.
In their eyes, primitive people are weak, like insects, not qualified to stand alongside them, and can be destroyed at any time.
If primitive people resisted them, it would be like using a mantis as a chariot and destroying themselves.
But today, everything has been overturned. Although the true god Jinora has not fully released his divine power, the divine power released is enough to kill ordinary tribesmen.
In the face of this destructive force, these warriors from the Land of Rise and the Samsara Tribe did not flinch, had no fear, did not beg for mercy, and did not kneel down. They resisted everything and stood upright, no matter how painful it was.
They didn't give up, even though they knew that giving in would eliminate everything.
Why?
"Why?" True God Jinora finally couldn't help but ask.
Li's lips trembled, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and he actually smiled.
He opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, his throat was so dry and smoking, that he couldn't make a sound.
Mixed with the blood in his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. His pale lips were stained red by the blood. Then he swallowed a mouthful of spit and his throat squirmed.
"I would rather die standing than live on my knees." Li's voice was hoarse, like rubbing the tip of a knife on a stone. He licked his lips again and continued: "My God said so."
"Is that all?" True God Jinora still couldn't understand and asked strangely.
"Everyone is mortal..." Li said with a smile full of blood.
"All mortals...must...serve..." The other death warriors were still in poor condition, but they struggled to respond.
"We will eventually die and turn into dust, but the glory of my god will last forever." Li laughed and looked at the true god on the altar without fear.
With terrifying willpower and terrifying faith, what kind of believers has the God of Reincarnation cultivated?!
True God Jinora was even more shocked. Do these people want to maintain their status as gods even if they give up their lives?
The reason why you gave up your life was just because of a word from God?