If You Can't Hold On, You'll Turn to Ash!

Even if they wanted to send reinforcements, they first had to keep a tight grip on their own gates!

If they split their forces and the Human Race took advantage of the opening to launch a fierce assault, causing the South Heaven Gate to fall... when His Majesty flew into a rage, who would dare shoulder the blame for them?

Now everyone was in danger, each guarding their own city. Who still had the spare attention to worry about others?

What was more--

Within the East Heaven Gate stood a genuine Great Emperor!

How could an existence like that tolerate the insolence of ants?

With a mere sweep of his sleeve, no matter how many troops or horses you brought, they would still vanish into ashes!

That certainty had once been deeply rooted in every heavenly general's heart.

But before the words had even faded, the image of the True Martial Emperor of Shouyang Mountain suffering defeat and sinking into the sands abruptly crashed into their minds--

That sliver of confidence instantly deflated like a punctured airbag, letting out a soft puff as more than half of it leaked away.

Helpless as they were, the Nine Luminaries Star Lords had long held fast to one rule:

Without His Majesty's personally issued golden decree, even if the heavens collapsed, they would not move their troops!

Only after securing their own patch of ground would they have the strength to reach out and save others.

Thus, the already storm-tossed East Heaven Gate became a true isolated island.

No reinforcements came in sight, and the defenders' morale crumbled.

Many heavenly soldiers had already gone ashen-faced, throwing down their weapons and collapsing limply to the ground, seeking only a swift end.

Hearing this, the Human Race generals merely gave cold smiles--

They granted that