"Old Man He, you've been scurrying and hiding like a rat for so many years, barely surviving, and in the end, you'll still be obliterated by us in one fell swoop."
Deep within the underground palace, in front of a complex and mysterious bronze pillar engraved with the shadows of numerous divine statues.
A towering figure over a hundred feet tall, with a bloated physique, exuding a stench of decay and blood, led a group of Divine Breeders in assaulting a group of Purification Ones.
This figure had a twisted pig face with half-broken tusks protruding from its lips, the skin mottled and rotten, quivering with fat that peeled off with its every word.
"Our god has already delivered a divine oracle, the Great Venerable who will change the world's order has already descended, and you filthy, twisted Divine Breeders are the ones at death's door.
Even if we all perish today, the flame of the Purification Ones will not be extinguished.
