The sound of notifications echoing the simulation points began ringing incessantly in Jiang Ming's ears.
The black factors on the bodies of these deities were cleansed, considered as equivalent to being slain by the simulator.
Strands of black fog peeled off from their bodies.
Whether it was the True Gods or the numerous lesser gods, they all issued pitiful wails of agony.
For a moment, the world was split in two.
Below was shrouded in black mist with ghostly wails, the wind chilling and dreary.
Above, the golden light shone magnificently, bright and honorable.
Jiang Ming's eyes were indifferent, uttering no extra words.
The God-Demon List stripping them of their black fog was akin to breaking bones and drawing tendons.
However, Jiang Ming harbored not an ounce of sympathy.
Soon, the phenomenon dissipated.
The God-Demon List was already filled with dense names.
"Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Divine Court, heed my command!"
