Lazy God heard Ling Tianyu's words and understood its meaning; he also knew what to do next. In war, many people are bound to die.
This is the reality of war, and when it involves cultivators, even more lives are lost.
Ling Tianyu stood on the Clove Tree, hands behind his back, with a sense of resignation, knowing that facing the battle head-on was the only option.
Lazy God looked at the chaotic battlefield surrounding him, feeling overwhelmed by the scale of it. After all, it was a grand spectacle; battles erupted in many places, even Zhong Emperor and others had joined in.
From the rear, he monitored the changes in the battlefield.
"Kill—"
The air was filled with sounds of slaughter as enemy troops continually charged forth.
Generals from Emperor Mountain observed how the enemy grew fiercer despite the increasing numbers, intensifying their assault and pushing forward.
"Brothers, we must block them off," Proud God said, noticing the advancing enemy through the breach.
