In a certain base, a group of powerhouses was discussing matters.
"Are we still fighting?"
"Fighting? Fighting my ass! Aren't we fighting just to lose fewer resources and keep the war fortress?"
"Does this thing even qualify as a war fortress anymore?!"
Su Xueqing did not interrupt. Leaning back in a chair formed of lightning, she pulled out a plate of food from somewhere and began stuffing herself.
As someone who had just lost a battle, she had much less say in the matter.
But even if she had not, she would not have planned to interrupt.
In her view, this meeting was doomed to reach no conclusion.
There were many people on the Game World side. Did that mean there were few people here?
Moreover, System Hosts were even more stubborn than ordinary Rank 7s and only believed in their own judgment.
There were reasons not to fight.
This war was about the Old Gods Ascending, with the remaining three hooligans dividing the spoils.
However, the Old Gods had already paid most of the spoils to the System Clan in advance.
And the Bronze Hall accounted for a substantial portion of those spoils.
The problem was that the Bronze Hall could no longer serve as a war fortress. Continuing to fight would definitely mean losses.
They might as well compensate the Main God Space and the Game World while the damage was still limited and put this matter behind them.
Where would major factions find so much hatred and grudges? Interests were the only truth.
There were also reasons to fight.
Thanks to the "siege" advantage brought by the Hostile Alien Beasts.
The combat advantage brought by the Bronze Hall and Subordinate Rank 7s.
The defenders' advantage had been greatly diminished.
From the Third Void War until now, the