Time no longer seemed to be on the side of the local "natives."
On the other side of the gateway to the foreign realm, more and more divine power was attempting to interfere. The gods of those realms could not directly connect to this world, nor did they dare casually send in avatars or incarnations. But now, they could gradually pass through the locally alienated regions and formally enter this world.
That meant this world's "immune system" was dying. Or rather, the world itself was dying.
"This is our only chance."
"Agreed."
Brief words were exchanged over the radio network.
Whether East or West, they had already reached a consensus. Their understanding of the overall situation was converging.
The unspoken message was: "The end of the world is coming. It's time to work together."
It was like a genetically targeted biochemical virus. It could be treated in its early stages, but once it mutated to a certain degree and spread throughout the body, all that remained was waiting for death.
"As expected, once the fighting starts, it easily becomes the last chance and the final battle."
The repeated back-and-forth tug-of-war of conventional warfare was unlikely to appear on a battlefield like this. The supply lines were simply too long! And the entire route had effectively become the Fishmen's home ground. They had practically fought their way here all the way.
If this Great Counterattack failed, it would be difficult for the front lines to organize another counteroffensive force with any real strength.
As far as Lu PingAn knew, the Eastern Kingdom had acted rather independently this time. He could have sought support from the other so-called allied nations and brought them into this counterattack.
But after calculating the combat strength they could provide, along with the risk of a cascading