The formulas of various laws and shackles, the methods of crafting Divine Artifacts, all seemed like hearing a celestial book.
This backward civilization is like primitive tribes with spears in front of them, suddenly seeing tall buildings, planes, and cannons.
This gap in civilization is practically a rupture.
"The other side, it's too terrifying!"
"No wonder they are Transmigrators caused by the disaster of time!"
"Indeed, every divine disaster, if careless, will bring the destruction of the world!"
Only then did they understand.
The reason why the other side seemed not very different.
Because they were a group of unarmed mortals attacking gods clad entirely in Divine Artifacts.
"If they had made some preparation, wearing their original top-tier divine equipment, we would undoubtedly perish in this battle!" Fortuna whispered.
"They dare not prepare equipment! Those top-tier divine equipment crafting are extremely complex, only completed over years."
