Venerable

The battlefield remained locked in a stalemate. Even though Humanity held a certain advantage, ending the battle in a short time was impossible.

As the fighting continued, the Venerable-level cultivators of both sides stood at opposite ends of the battlefield, observing the changes on the field without directly joining the battle.

They understood clearly that the current clash would inevitably result in the deaths of a great number of cultivators. For Humanity, with Universe Lord-level experts present, the fallen cultivators could be directly resurrected after the battle.

As for the Free Alliance, most of these cultivators were merely cannon fodder, tools meant to halt Humanity's advance.

Even if they were resurrected later, priority would be given to the experts of their own races and factions. As for the experts of weaker races, that would depend on their mood.

Watching the shifts on the battlefield, the Free Alliance's Universe Venerables were in an exceptionally foul mood. They had originally believed that with King-level and Immortal experts from so many races entering the battlefield, they held an absolute numerical advantage and would certainly win, stopping Humanity in its tracks.

Yet the situation was completely different. Humanity had suddenly gained more than a million Immortal experts, with King-level experts making up an extremely high proportion.

From the very beginning of the battle, all their calculations had been completely shattered, and they had even fallen into a passive position.

"This cannot continue. We must intervene in this battle, or our losses will be disastrous!"

"Hmph, can you bear the consequences of rashly interfering? The rules of this battle were not set by us. We can only obey them."

Compared to the anxiety of the Free Alliance, Humanity's Venerables were much calmer as they watched the battlefield. They remained ready to act at any moment