Wang Ye was not worried about the Heavenly Race.
With the Force Race and Spirit Race as two trump cards, what was there to fear?
Still, doing so would indeed mean killing ten thousand enemies while losing eight thousand of their own.
Unless absolutely necessary, it was best not to use it.
Looking at the fired-up crowd, Wang Ye said, "Don't worry. The Heavenly Race isn't that foolish. They've just fought the Spirit Race to mutual ruin, so they definitely won't reject humanity's goodwill."
"However, the Heavenly Race will most likely not stop suppressing humanity."
"They need to maintain the situation, establish their authority, and protect the Demon and Devil Races."
"What we need to do is balance the battle. We can't win—we need to give the Heavenly Race an opportunity to intervene and send troops, then patiently wait for the right moment."
Celestial Venerable Hengxing bared his teeth. "Doesn't that mean we'll have strength but nowhere to use it?"
Wang Ye laughed. "Don't you think you're overestimating Yuangu Star's combat strength?"
"We're facing the entirety of the Devil Race and the Evil Eye Race!"
"Even if they're only probing us with twenty or thirty percent of their forces, they still far surpass Yuangu Star."
"Forget everything else. Who among us can stop even one Peak Devil God or Peak Evil King?"
"Other than White Reed Sword Immortal, who can barely hold them off with the might of the Asura World, even Hope Celestial Venerable would have to stand still and take the beating!"
"Even if we go all out, it would already be good enough if we can barely avoid losing."
Everyone exchanged glances.
That did seem to be the case.
Although humanity now had more territory, they had only gained a few more Supremes. The gap in combat